The Gilded Coda

[Intro]
[Verse]
The gates are rusted shut
Deep in the salt and gut
I walk through hollow halls
Where golden shadow falls
The canal is breathing slow
Where did the music go?
I find the broken stool
Beside the stagnant pool
[Pre-Chorus]
Dust motes dance in air
Silver in my hair
The harpsichord is out of tune
Underneath a paper moon
I feel the velvet fray
In the dying of the day
[Chorus]
Oh, my love of frescoed walls
Silence echoes through the stalls
The court is gone to gray
I’ll find another way
To sing the songs we hid
God knows the things we did
Now the plaster starts to peel
Only ghosts are real
[Post-Chorus]
The bells, they toll
For a broken soul
Dust in the light
Turning to white
[Verse]
Ink is fading on the page
A bird within a cage
Your face is peeling stone
I stand here all alone
The woodwinds start to sigh
Beneath a Venetian sky
Sheet music bleached by sun
The concert is finally done
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows on the floor
Opening the door
To a room of silk and lace
I can almost see your face
In the flicker of the wick
Time is moving thick
[Chorus]
Oh, my love of frescoed walls
Silence echoes through the stalls
The court is gone to gray
I’ll find another way
To sing the songs we hid
God knows the things we did
Now the plaster starts to peel
Only ghosts are real
[Bridge]
The velvet capes are torn
The crown is made of thorn
No more bows to kings
No more golden strings
The bells are ringing low
It’s time for me to go
I am relieved to see
That you are dead like me
[Verse]
I touch the cold mosaic
The words are so archaic
The salt has kissed the floor
I’ll lock the heavy door
The ghost of us is free
Lost inside the sea
Let the ivy take the room
In this gilded tomb
[Chorus]
Oh, my love of frescoed walls
Silence echoes through the stalls
The court is gone to gray
I’ll find another way
To sing the songs we hid
God knows the things we did
Now the plaster starts to peel
Only ghosts are real
[Post-Chorus]
The bells, they toll
For a broken soul
Dust in the light
Turning to white
[Outro]