(Verse 1) In that grand hall, in that chair of velvet worn and old I sat enchanted, captive of a spell I couldn't hold Watching you there, drinking in your purity and light A vision death itself would envy, such a radiant sight. My heart, once a silent tomb, ignited in a flame And from the abyss of solitude, I finally learned my name. (Pre-Chorus) Then your eyes met mine with a tenderness so fatal And I knew that joy was more than just a myth or ancient fable Destiny smiled amidst the marble pillars and the dust I thought the world would never leave me to this hollow trust. (Chorus) And now I’m sitting here, in the same chair where it began In the twilight of the night, where time has ceased its plan Searching for the gold of your hair, the rhythm of your grace In the gray of this hall that seeks to bury your face. But I see only shadows... shadows dancing on the freezing walls Ghosts of a time of glory, echoing through these halls. It is no longer you! It is no longer you! Just the echo of a ghost that I am clinging to. (Verse 2) Where laughter dwelled, now silence carves its bitter home The wallpaper is peeling like a fallen faerie’s bone. The scent of gardenias died, replaced by mold and cold The garden of our story turned to ash and funeral mold. Your innocence was stolen by a winter wind of grief And I remain upon this throne, a king without belief. (Bridge) I feel the touch of ice where once your warmth used to reside This chair is now the throne of one with nowhere left to hide. Outside, the ravens scream the name I dare not speak aloud Inside, the darkness wraps me like a heavy, velvet shroud. You turned to smoke, a mist the moon betrays at every turn And I am frozen marble, with no lessons left to learn (Final Chorus) And now I’m sitting here, in the same chair where it began In the twilight of the night, where love has met its end Searching for the gold of your hair in the gray that devours all In the vacuum of a clock that let the final second fall. I see only shadows... shadows laughing at my lonely state Grotesque designs that mock a heart sealed by a cruel fate. It is no longer you! It is no longer you! It’s my own ghost that refuses to bid this world adieu.
