The Blackout - Ligeia

The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen

So don’t get your hopes up

This life’s a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies

But you run the miles away only to sell yourself short

And I am the one who dreams of you

I dream of you, I still dream of you

Sirens fade from silence this is where the story ends

In a dream of truth they’ll never find you

Yellow tape and empty chalk lines, that’s all she wrote

Head first through a noose

I’d shed a tear for you, but you’re not even here

I scream your name for one last time

Can you hear me now?

Can you feel me now?

But I must move on I find reason for years of weakening disaster

So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?

There’s no hope left for solace

I know, I know so I let go

This blackout begins to define this sorry moment

So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?

I let go of everything I loved

From all the bridge drops I leaver her crimson tide

There’s no hope left for solace

I know, I know so I let go

This blackout begins