Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Storm

While he was asleep holding her hand 
The dreams smouldered 
She opened her heart, he tore it apart 
Gazed into his smile 


He said he had constraint 
He was ostracised and feint 
She had gone over and under 
A tattoo of a loser 
These are the rings that fell apart 
These are the things that tore his heart 
These were the dreams that he was causing 
These were the gleams that she was pausing 


We're nothing but debris 
Floating on a silver lake 
There's nothing left to take 
As we slowly fall apart 
We unite you through me 
As we separate with fate 
We're nothing but debris 


Her words confound, dim and unsound 
Daring the logic 
Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned 
Phase into the vile 


Let me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soon 
In two yields construed by me and you 
Tracing the cause and case 
As we stand here face to face 
Simple twofoldness is our brace 
That makes it feel like you and me 


Opportunity isn't what we lost 
We have lost our senses 


Walk with me now to another place 
Where no one else has been before