ROMANCE IS DEAD.
romance is dead but i'll sing you off to sleep
just put your heart In my hand
and i'll lay my kiss down upon your cheek
this romeo is teething and it always hurts like hell
he hates the books that he's reading
but he's waged this cold war on himself, sing it on
the house of love has been boarded up
but the windows have all been kicked on in
there's movement in the trees outside
and it's being orchestrated by the wind
we move in quiet harmony
swaying like a baby's cradle
but in the end the disease always wins
and the final diagnoses always comes up fatal
romance is dead.
the angels have all been called back home
the velvet dress that used to wear you so well
is hanging in the closet full of holes
in that boarded up house
where the angels ain't never flown
we watch the mystery rise,
unmask ourselves and we turn the color of bone.
romance is dead. i see it bleeding out now on the floor.
two bits out the moon is full. and i'm makin' my way to the door.
the photographs that were hidden have snuck back into view.
and the life you lived is exposed to again turn the old there right back into new.
romance is dead. so i guess these flowers are for you.
this vicious circle we call our lives has once again divided us in two.
like both sides of a gravel driveway every time it rains.
the halves we are right now are never quite as whole as the one we used to make.
words and music by robb 8.15.1999