Beautiful - Tzu

They say he lives alone

He had a wife but that was long ago

The town drunk he always talks to himself

He says it’s her and who are we to know

In the room down the hall on the second floor

Above the counter in the pub at the edge of town

Still living in his memory, obsessed with the act of remembering

The only one with a key into the cold room

He replays the scene and she’s there with him now

Standing drunk like a leper on the threshold

Broke down staring at the emptiness and he says

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful

Your beautiful grotesque love

They say he couldn’t live with himself

Blood on his hands but that was long ago

He found his love lying silent and still

In room four, that’s how the story goes

And now he comes back every night to drink there

The same place long ago where she was found

Still air crackling, cold feeling back again

He unlocks the door but never goes in

A woman’s face in the window stares him down

A shiver runs up the back of his neck

But he won’t cross the line of the dead

When he says

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful

Your beautiful grotesque love

You visit me in darkness, every night I find you

Deliver me from torment, no light will guide you

I wish that there was some way, to bring you back beside me

I wish that there was some way, some way, some way, ay, ay, ay

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful

Your beautiful grotesque love