Open the closet door
And I’ll help you find the little black dress that you’ve been searching for
Its like we’ve spent our lives driving towards a funeral
And I can think of nothing to say at all
But goddamn, you look beautiful
Cold as a tomb
I’m going white at the sight of you
Shivers down your spine, the blood’s run dry
Now you’re running out of time
You’ve got the whole world in your hands
And tonight I’ll bring you back to life again
Back to life again
And on the drive home you tore at your dress
You said the color black just reminds you of death
Everyone around you is a walking cliché
Offering up condolences and laughing about the good days
Your breath is dancing on the windshield; I tried to grab your hands
But even my touch feels like a body bag
I told you not to get sick; now you won’t get better
I told you not to get sick; now you’re stuck forever
Finally got you home and I put you to bed
And in the morning we’ll wake up and we’ll do it all again
(Tell her you love her, float away)
(Tell her you love her, before it's too late)
One day I’ll bring you home just to lay you to rest
And in the morning I’ll wake up to a brand new nightmare
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