14 December 2012
I wake and rise, stretch in my grave, Hear a lone piano's stave, Know it's you, you wait for me, Every day from noon to three.
I know I hold you back like none, A weight on shoulders, I'm three tonne, An old corpse bride I love you still, Yet to my bones, a sudden chill.
I cannot let you live this way, Awaiting me most every day, A woman you just cannot keep, A price to pay, it's far too steep.
So this, my love, I let you go, There is naught more you need to know, I rest my bones for one last time, You leave when hear the church bells chime.
Corpse Bride. • Opuss № I