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[Intro] [Verse] The salt is biting at the marble floor I watch the shadows by the open door My lace is heavy with a dusty weight I come to feast and curse my fate The English horn begins a lonely tune Beneath the pale and waning afternoon The lute is humming in the salty air I smooth the silver in my braided hair [Pre-Chorus] Champagne is spiked with something bittersweet I feel the rhythm in my tired feet The peacock feathers catch the dying light I see your ghost within the night [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Post-Chorus] The swan is gilded, gold and cold A story that was never told The swan is gliding on the floor I cannot watch you anymore [Verse] The harpsichord is weeping in the hall I see the cracks upon the painted wall She wears the silk I used to own I sit alone upon a velvet throne Your hand is resting on her slender waist A bitter vintage that I’ll never taste The woodwinds whisper of a secret sin I feel the madness creeping in [Pre-Chorus] Champagne is spiked with something bittersweet I feel the rhythm in my tired feet The peacock feathers catch the dying light I see your ghost within the night [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Bridge] Glass armonica, sing for the dead Words of a poet never said Venice is sinking in the deep The promises you didn't keep The sun is dappled on the stone But I am dying here alone [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Outro]
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