Disfiguring the memory 

So silent

So serene 

One eye shut for the past 

One eye opens for tomorrow's dream 

Mark her the one 

The one who will stand alone 

Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love 

Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven's eighth lake 

And casting a disfigured reflection of life in its eight rings 

Dry flaking tincture under one-inch fingernails 

So follow her home 

Follow her to reprisal so sweet 

Crying help to a barren room 

Barren walls 

Romance in monotone 

She will never miss you 

We will never miss you