Prelude to an Epic / Flowers for Ingrid - Eighteen Visions

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

A dozen roses couldn’t say goodbye

To all the heartache so I left them in the garden

The swollen eclipse now leaves me

In the gloom of another episode

She’s lost in jaded memories

Draping over the sun

Will this be our swan song

Our last dance?

Come take my hand

And we’ll watch fate destroy us

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

God damn, you were the best

I know reality’s gone mad with the blink of an eye

I know reality’s gone mad with the blink of an eye

With the blink of an eye, with the blink of an

Where’s that girl I once knew?

Where’s that girl?

No

Her illustrations paint a picture, now her dirty tears bleed

Her illustrations paint a picture, now her dirty tears bleed

Her illustrations paint a picture, now her dirty tears bleed

Her illustrations paint a picture, now her dirty tears bleed

I’ve been looking for something so give it to me

Because I collect hearts and you’re a special thing

Now the flowers bloom in June lay at the grave of our final eve

Fade from me with September sunsets and run away with my heart

These memories still hang over my head like a halo

But not will this angel watch over my shoulder

How long will I hide behind this pen and how long will you wait for me

I guess until the ink runs out, I guess until the ink runs out