The Gilded Silence
Baroque Pop

The Gilded Silence

Kibi

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歌词

[Intro]
[Verse]
The frost is biting at the glass
I watch the frozen shadows pass
My velvet hem sweeps o'er the floor
Behind a heavy oaken door
The gilded frames are cracked and old
A story that was never told
[Pre-Chorus]
The beeswax candle burns so low
The shadows dance and then they go
I find your eyes in every frame
But I can never speak your name
[Chorus]
Oh, let the harpsichord play on
Until the morning light is gone
We were a contract, signed in ink
Now I am standing on the brink
Of every word I never said
Before they laid you in your bed
My silent lord, my secret grace
I see the winter in your face
[Post-Chorus]
In the gallery of ghosts
I am the quietest of hosts
Drinking down the bitter wine
Of a love that wasn't mine
[Verse]
The bassoon hums a low lament
For every hour that we spent
In rooms of marble, cold and vast
Where every glance was meant to last
They sold my hand to buy a crown
And let my heavy spirit drown
[Pre-Chorus]
The harp strings shiver in the air
Like ghosts of hands that were not there
I touch the canvas of your skin
Where all my lonely thoughts begin
[Chorus]
Oh, let the harpsichord play on
Until the morning light is gone
We were a contract, signed in ink
Now I am standing on the brink
Of every word I never said
Before they laid you in your bed
My silent lord, my secret grace
I see the winter in your face
[Bridge]
The French horn wails against the night
The celesta sparkles, cold and bright
The clock tower chimes a lonely twelve
Into the grief I have to delve
Rose petals frozen on the sill
My pulse is beating, perfectly still
I loved you more than law allowed
Beneath this heavy, silken shroud
[Chorus]
Oh, let the harpsichord play on
Until the morning light is gone
We were a contract, signed in ink
Now I am standing on the brink
Of every word I never said
Before they laid you in your bed
My silent lord, my secret grace
I see the winter in your face
[Post-Chorus]
In the gallery of ghosts
I am the quietest of hosts
Drinking down the bitter wine
Of a love that wasn't mine
[Outro]

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