🎵Amabel Lee (Patreon)

Happy Yule! I am celebrating Yule today. Which is unrelated to this song.

Yeah.

Goth mode activate:

[Verse 1]A sugared crumb, upon your lipI stole a taste, before the shipOf mourning sailed, a honeyed sipFrom our first feast, my fingertipStill finds the place the icing lay

[Pre-chorus]I dust your cheeks, rice-powder greyTo mimic dawn, our wedding dayAnd keep the servants’ looks at bay

[Chorus]So waltz with me, my constant groomNo more to leave this velvet roomMy darling, cured in musk and gloomAnd faithful in your wooden doom

[Post-chorus]Death hath merely made thee trueYour stitches hold a better viewOf love that rot cannot undoI’ll keep my nightly vow to you

[Verse 2]I dreamt I saw a moth take flightFrom where your heart forgot its lightA small grey absence, pale, whiteI could not bear so bleak, a sight

[Pre-chorus]So with a stitch, both fine and fleetI made the hollowed space completeA love more true than heart’s own beatA lock of hair, both dark and sweet

[Chorus]So waltz with me, my sculpted kingTo you, my tender thread I bringMy darling, perfect, lasting thingPreserved, as was, our timeless ring

[Post-chorus]Death hath merely made thee fairBeyond all change, beyond repairMy hand for yours, my breath your airOur table set for one more pair

[Bridge]The skin, they say, remembers wellA truth no empty phrase can tellLast night a thought within me fellA way my loneliness to quellA shaving from my shoulder, warmTo shield yours from any harmA living pledge, a fleshly charmTo join us past the grave’s alarm

[Verse 3]A sliver where the collar-boneTo perfect patch, on him aloneI set my needle, careful nowAnd watched the living, breathing show

[Pre-chorus]Of how my pale, trembling threadTo his dry parchment, calmly bledOne fabric now, one flesh, I saidOne body on our marriage bed

[Chorus]So waltz with me, my grafted groomNo more to leave this velvet roomMy darling shared in life and tombOur matching parts shall share one loom

[Post-chorus]Death is merely patient, dearAnd draws our separation nearUntil my final perfect seamWill let me join in our shared dream

[Chorus]So waltz with me, my patchwork groomOh lead me through this velvet gloomOur final threads now intertwinedMy flesh to yours, and yours to mine

[Outro]So waltz with me, into the tombOh waltz with me, my solar moonAnd proof by flesh, I blur the lineMy own, my own, at last I'm thine.

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I really need to get in the habit of adding tails to my song because it always feels like they're choking when I don't.