All the canvasses and paint
All the women he'd stained
The riches and acclaim of this old world
Could never resurrect that girl
If he'd only closed his eyes when he kissed her.
Who knows what he might have seen
Instead memory was shattered.
Like a crumbling mansion in a fading dream.
Russian ballerinas and queens
Coffee table magazines
Running away while she died
to the body of his neighbors bride.
If he'd only closed his eyes when he kissed her.
Who knows what he might have seen
Instead memory was shattered.
Like a crumbling mansion in a fading dream.
Driven like a locomotive
fueled by his pride
Never able to appease
That hunger deep inside.
Working like a maniac
on the day he died
If he'd only closed his eyes when he kissed her.
Who knows what he might have been
Instead memory was shattered.
Like a crumbling mansion in a fading dream.
Like a crumbling mansion in a fading dream.
Like a crumbling mansion in a fading dream.
