[Verse 1] Gaslight guttering low Fog pressed tight on the glass My boots on the blood-dark floorboards Count every creak as I pass A crimson lake forms a stream From the firelight I watch her bleed And it's better this way For now She sleeps with the worms Though she's gone She will return It's a question of time [Pre-Chorus] In my study She glares Her portrait never disappears [Chorus] Her skin's grown white The colors run from her eyes Her nails drag lines Across the walls of my mind I closed her eyes I cut her breath But she keeps looking through down to my bones She knows everything I've done... The portrait hangin' on the wall. [Verse 2] White dress fixed in the varnish Neckline high where my hands once lay Brushstrokes blush into bruises Colors curdle and flake away Her ring still cold in my pocket Cold as the river that took her down Yet there she stands on the canvas Rose-red lips that never drown [Pre-Chorus] In my study She glares Her portrait never disappears [Chorus] Her skin's grown white The colors run from her eyes Her nails drag lines Across the walls of my mind I hid the blade I burned her bed But she keeps talking in my head She knows everything I've done... The portrait hangin' on the wall. [Bridge] [Guitar tremolo creeps in with organ swells] I hear her laugh in the chimney (hahahaaa...) I hear her name in the rain Her eyes peel off of the plaster Climb down the wall to my shame Frame starts shaking Glass starts cracking Oil runs thick like a wound She steps out pale from the panel Says "We still have room..." (for you) [Final Chorus] My skin's grown white The colors run from my eyes Staring through the paint into my bones Dragging every secret from my throat I took her life I took her voice Now she comes to take my soul She knows I'm hangin' by her side... In the portrait hangin' on the wall. [Outro] Gaslight guttering lower Fog curls under the door Two shadows hung in the study One frame... One form... One more...
