Emmeline
The windows close upon the day
and hours soon decline
your conscience is a product
of a vintage, cool and fine
but days are soon between us
I tried to make it last
but all you really wanted was a
feeling from the past
You never really lived up to the words that you had spoken
and now I'm left to face the world, sad, alone, and broken
I've kept the letters in a trunk
and watched as many ships had sunk
along the frightful bay
where I knew that you would stay
A pity it is
oh, pity the fool
whose heart was never genuine
and used souls like his tools
Broken windows now
as all the souls escape
and wallow in the absence
of a well deserved fate
oh, the night is now a blanket
and it shines across a sea
where your body left its markings
of the essence from your flee
Oh capture!
Capture my body!
Capture me!
How blind I was
Why did I not see?
Many a moon
and many a sea
Many a feeling by
the man who
used to love me...