The New England Holiday Lyrics

Drowning in the beauty, i wish i didn't have to think
about you anymore.
These red cloth petals bleed.
I'm whispering goodnight kisses on your cheek.
Lately i can't seem to believe we are the dead.
These windows with their promises seem to change the
scenery before you fall asleep
And you'll never know, although i'll never forget your
pale face framed by dark hair.
And when it feels like rain, put the gun to your head.
And when it feels like rain, drive these nails through
my wrists.
And when it feels like rain, ask me to forgive you.
Hey baby, don't you know, i'm doing alright these days.
My blood, your hands. My hands, your throat.
I don't beleive in fairy tales any more and this glass
casket of borrowed dreams will only open old wounds
yet again.
She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin.
Blessed are the heartless, blessed are you.