Chorus

Muted confession of a secret she keeps,

Meaningless words that died on her scarlet lips,

Hushed by the sound of his footsteps on the stone,

Beneath the withering moon, she stands alone.

Verse 1

He swims the sky on rafts of clouds,

In a world of bliss that's without

The pain he left us tangled in,

And once again it burns our skin.

Verse 2

Take my hand as my iris bleeds.

From my Ichor, I'll plant the seed,

That will restore the life he stole,

And once again she shall be whole.

Chorus

Muted confession of a secret I keep,

Meaningless words that died on my scarlet lips,

Hushed by the sound of his footsteps on the stone,

Beneath the withering moon, I stand alone.

Verse 3

I face the statue, cold and dead,

Of the one who once filled my head,

With philosophies meant to kill,

And words designed to make me kneel.

Verse 4

I strike a blow and watch it break,

She stands frozen but her lips shake,

While her eyes open to the truth

That ends her internal dispute.

Chorus

Muted confession of a secret he keeps,

Meaningless words that died on his sinful lips,

Blurred by the sound of his footsteps on the stone,

Beneath the withering moon, he stands alone.

Bridge

For he can never be attached to another,

He runs away and deeper into his despair.

I tried to save him, he was my dearest brother,

But he broke her and me without a single care,

And found his refuge in the bosom

Of a lilac scented rosy blossom

That will wither away at the touch of winter,

While we will stand tall wearing our thorns, me and her.

Chorus

Muted confession of a secret we keep,

Meaningless words that died on our scarlet lips,

Hushed by the sound of his footsteps on the stone,

Beneath the withering moon, we stand alone.

Outro

Take my hand as my iris bleeds.

From my Ichor, I'll plant the seed,

That will restore the life he stole,

And once again she shall be whole.