Lyrics
Lay me down...Dress me in black...Let the old me die...
I kept your photograph beneath my tongueA bitter little prayer for what we had becomeThe room was breathing like a haunted lungAnd every candle knew I was too young
You left your fingerprints inside my dreamsLike bruises blooming under silver seamsI smiled so sweetly while the rafters criedA perfect little widow with the groom still alive
I won’t beg the sky to openI won’t kneel beside the doorI have buried all my weaknessUnderneath your bedroom floor
This is my widow’s hymnI sing it through the smokeWith black lace on my skinAnd roses in my throatI loved you like a graveSo deep, so cold, so stillNow I dance above the dirtWhere you tried to break my will
Widow’s hymnLet the chapel bells beginI don’t mourn what I have lostI become what rises in
I wore your silence like a wedding veilDragged it through the mud until the moon turned paleYou made a house of mirrors out of shameSo I shattered every room and kept the frame
There’s lipstick on the coffin of my pastA final kiss for things that couldn’t lastI am not the girl you used to ownI am the echo sitting on your throne
I won’t wash away the damageI will gild it into goldI will stitch myself from thunderI will make the winter hold
This is my widow’s hymnI sing it through the smokeWith black lace on my skinAnd roses in my throatI loved you like a graveSo deep, so cold, so stillNow I dance above the dirtWhere you tried to break my will
Widow’s hymnLet the chapel bells beginI don’t mourn what I have lostI become what rises in
I laid my heart in satinI watched the lilies bendI kissed the final versionOf the girl I had to end
No priest, no witnessNo mercy, no ringJust my shadow at the altarLearning how to sing
Bury the brideBurn the bouquetLock all the angels away
Dig up the painCrown it in redI am aliveBecause she is dead
Widow!Widow!I don’t weepI awaken!
Black veil...Red mouth...Cold hands...No doubt...
This is my widow’s hymnI sing it through the smokeWith black lace on my skinAnd roses in my throatI loved you like a graveSo deep, so cold, so stillNow I dance above the dirtWhere you tried to break my will
Widow’s hymnLet the chapel bells beginI don’t mourn what I have lostI become what rises in
Lay me down...Dress me in black...The old me died...And I came back.
