[Verse 1] She poured her wine on Tuesday, A lawyer brokered deal. Every smile was a contract, Loaded with sex appeal. The daylight was her polish, But midnight told the truth— She was velvet on the surface, And a razor in her youth. [Pre-Chorus] Fallen saints were watching, From the TV on the wall. She kisses like a confession, And swore she’d tell it all. [Chorus] Marie in the doorway, Bottle in her hand. She sang like Sunday morning, And cursed me where I stand. Marie on the fault line, With a laugh like shattered glass. She painted halos crooked, Then pawned them all for cash. She burned the night with roses, Left the daylight dressed in blame. Every kiss a loaded riddle, Every promise just a game. [Verse 2] She borrowed charm on credit, Spent it all before she left. Traded whispers with the devil, Left him choking on her breath. She stepped out with my brother, Left her shoes beneath the bed. Her lies were cloaked in perfume, But the truth inside was dead. [Pre-Chorus] Every saint had vanished, Every sinner knew her dream. I left her at the curbside, But I still replay the scene. [Chorus] Marie in the doorway, Bottle in her hand. She sang like Sunday morning, And cursed me where I stand. Marie on the fault line, With a laugh like shattered glass. She painted halos crooked, Then pawned them all for cash. (Pawned them all for cash) She burned the night with roses, Left the daylight dressed in blame. Every kiss a loaded riddle, Every promise just a game. [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Time’s a jaded broker, Trading sorrow for desire. Marie was the bet I lost, So she set the board on fire. (She set the board on fire) Now the memory is a stranger, But the night still calls her name. I regret her like a blessing, And I miss her like a pain. (I miss her like a pain) [Verse 3] Now the winters feel much quieter, Still the gondolas run high. I sip my whiskey slowly, Watch her ghost go gliding by. The years have passed in silence, But her voice won’t let me go. Marie was both the question, And the answer I can’t know. [Pre-Chorus] She cursed me in the morning, Then I praised her in the night. Marie’s the sweetest ruin, And the bitter truth I fight. [Chorus] Marie in the doorway, Bottle in her hand. She sang like Sunday morning, And cursed me where I stand. Marie on the fault line, With a laugh like shattered glass. She painted halos crooked, Then pawned them all for cash. (Pawned them all for cash) She burned the night with roses, Left the daylight dressed in blame. Every kiss a loaded riddle, Every promise just a game. [Outro]
