Texty: Picture Atlantic. Muses.

Is a man doomed before he falls?
Is a woman cursed before she crawls?
It?s a
question that defines us all
And is locked inside our brain

I can feel this
playing out before me
I can feel my eyes turn marble white
I can feel this
playing out before me, inside

We lightly waltz around
Chemistry
compounds
It doesn?t change the sound of a two heart symphony

Oh ye muses
nine
Heavenly creatures divine
From these few I?ve chosen mine
and from a
tree she's hanging me

I don?t want to do the things I do
In guilt
there's essences of truth
Every little kiss I gave away
Belongs to me , on my
lips where they should stay
I can feel this follow me around
It comes with
the wind and brings me back again

I don?t know if things have changed, or if
you really cared
You don?t know what you put me through
You don?t know what
you put me through