The Lion Wore a Scorpion

Verse 1

Vesper Shear is walking through that violet rain

with nineteen ninety nine stitched inside her train

ten silver questions where her fingers should reside

stripping the secrets that the quiet tries to hide

move the furniture darling I need a little space

to find the creature buried deep within this face

Pre-Chorus

there is a black lion by the ballroom door

bad religion sweeping dust across the marble floor

he gives a gentlemanly yawn and waits for the blade

to lose the heavy thunder and the ghost of the shade

Chorus

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

je t'aime mon amour c'est une vie nouvelle

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

honey on the wire such a sweet nouvelle

Verse 2

she trims the curls by mirrors made of old mistakes

while a chandelier is shaking like the heaven shakes

every velvet ringlet falls down with a tiny cry

astounding all the colors just to be alive

magenta is begging midnight not to turn to blue

it says I am only mourning cause I wanted to be you

Pre-Chorus

the black lion waits by the heavy ballroom door

his religion sweeping dust across the broken floor

he gives a gentlemanly yawn and waits for the steel

to show the world the animal that he cannot feel

Chorus

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

je t'aime mon amour c'est une vie nouvelle

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

honey on the wire such a sweet nouvelle

Bridge

she braids a tail that curves above his head

a sting from all the rumors people left unsaid

he struts like a saint or an emperor's ghost

with the hair that the gargoyles envy the most

art is not asking the stone what it keeps

it is finding the heartbeat where the darkness sleeps

Chorus

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

je t'aime mon amour c'est une vie nouvelle

Mă doare inima dar tu ești rouă

honey on the wire such a sweet nouvelle

Drop

Rouă rouă

C'est nouvelle

Rouă rouă

C'est nouvelle