Maybe It Works [Grunge it up]

Maybe it works Silk gloves on the marble rail Dust in the wine, rust in the grail You kissed me like a dying saint Soft enough to leave a stain Candles drowning in their smoke Every vow already broke Your fingers trembled at my throat Like fragile scripture no one wrote You said: “Gold and ruin never blend Fire and prayer never mend” Your voice moved slow through the dark Like a violin splitting apart That doesn’t work Velvet on the dirt Angels in the basement Love inside the hurt That doesn’t work Chains beneath the pearls Two collapsing worlds Still trying to touch That doesn’t work …does it? Cracked cathedral, freezing rain Your perfume mixed with iron stains Royal blood and nicotine The prettiest wreck I’ve ever seen Choirs buried under noise Broken men with borrowed poise Every room we entered bled Red carnations, ruined beds So we danced where kings once prayed In half-decayed brocade Your heartbeat out of time with mine Still somehow synchronized The organ groaned The ceiling burned The holy choir unconcerned And all the things that should divide Collapsed the moment you arrived Maybe it works Maybe the worst Things were never meant To stay apart at first Maybe it works Ashes under gold Hands too young to heal Souls too old to hold Maybe it works Maybe we do You with your shattered crown Me with my cheap black shoes Maybe the crack Was where it fit through Maybe “that doesn’t work” Was never true. ©2026 FL.AIR | All Rights Reserved ​Crafted with love, passion, a touch of soul, a weird sense of Humor and so much more.