Song lyrics Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste by Norma Jean

Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit
I'll give it a name
Lower defenses
I'll Lower the casket
Open the door
Open the grave

Murder

Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer

Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit
I'll give it a name
Lower defenses
I'll Lower the casket
Open the door
Open the grave

Mediocrity is the killer

You find yourself helpless
Christ is not a fashion fleeting away

Fashion
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He laid emeralds in her eyes
Oh but I'd already tied
A braclet made of gold
And scarlet thread around her wrist
But everything was wrong
So we sang sentimental songs
Oh how seldom we belong
But how elegant her kiss
And we painted crooked lines
But we danced in perfect time
To a love so much refined
We know not what it is
So like the dullen wine
We poor into a grief we'd known before
But never quite like this
Never quite like this
All I know now is regret
She follows like a silhouette
Of a cobblestone behind me
She has nothing left to say
Except to innocently ask
Her voice delicate as glass
Do you see me when we pass?
But I, I continue on my way.