Alice places her key behind the painting
Her fingers are torn
A split iris falls like rain as he passes through thoughts
Like a door way , haunted
Lost in a nightmare
Her heart beats in locket
Half to you
Half to me
Fate puts her dress on
I am the funeral now
Winter sets in .
You can't save her
She's invisible
The rain is falling
They walk by
The clock her hands are dirty
I see you
In my reflection
I see you in this song
A composer with nothing left
An empty audience
Dear Alice
Can you find your way back
Will he be waiting at the bottom ?
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