The stars were once plucked from the ashen grey skies.
They shine on lips now, and in eyes which cannot cry.
The sheen of all the silken dresses was extracted, and torn apart.
Making the poison that flows in the waters to mix in the dirt.
Every heart has slept, every bedside lamp extinguished.
It’ll be just one last time, that we would get to dance…
The paper fire’s shriveling up in the dusty grate,
We’re burning up our old love letters to warm us tonight.
Come on, baby, dance with me, this’s that one last time,
When it’s time to bid goodbyes for good and smile.
History ends tonight, civilization will die with the ghost of us,
Tonight there will be no words, just two couples of teary eyes.
And we dance, silently, until we fall, of exhaustion.
Two finite hearts finally, slowly dying in each other’s arms.