The flowers on your grave beckoned me to speak
Withering in a tortured labyrinth
This sour taste lingers on my tongue, round the countryside
By the windmill we walked for hours in the sun
Silence pierced the horizon, and we spent aeons talking
Feeling something good inside, the good pain
When you squeeze a bruise and you\'re wet in the rain
But your brain is telling you it\'s right, and just for a moment
This sleepless fever is understandable, holding me down
Bones pulsing when the flesh rots
That sweet smell when you snuff a candle out
And it burrows into the pockets of your inquisitive nose
Your grey skin in the sunlight perfectly dying
There was never a better time to be honest, for me to remark
Love waxes, love wanes
So perfect in the bluest shade
I mistook my unholy memories for demons, not blessings
Unreeling in the fire I was raised in, a permanent sunrise
In this torn up town, burned out, a mouth full of blood
I must be out of my body shivering in a haze
Love waxes, love wanes
The flowers on your grave beckoned me to speak
Stuck between two emotions, the love I feel for you
And the hate simmering in the darkest pit of my being
Maybe I\'m too hard on myself, maybe I don\'t know how to feel
Maybe life was a blur, and I thought it was a nightmare
Thinking too much about the blues, and not the love
It wasn\'t all bad, I had fun times
Trying to shine a light on all the silver linings
Peering through opaque windows, dusting synthetic flowers
With worn out hands
I remember your soft skin, your soft lips
All the things that made me go insane, every night
I prayed to you like a fool
There was never a better time to be honest, for me to remark
Love waxes, love wanes
So perfect in the bluest shade
I mistook my unholy memories for demons, not blessings
Unreeling in the fire I was raised in, a permanent sunrise
In this torn up town, burned out, a mouth full of blood
I must be out of my body shivering in a haze
Love waxes, love wanes.