In the tragic play
A marionette of the clock
Pages filled with a chronicle in blood [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/left_hand_solution/memories_of_the_tragedienne.html ]
Scents and sights come back to me
My life in memories, makes me want to go
Try and hold on to what's left of all
The golden scenes I forever want to know
The curtains are lifted
Reveal a spectacle of rare
'Til the final act I am your tragic one
Soaring in the wind
Sounds - so transcendent
So faint and softly
Carries me above
