Remember (Love Long Lost)

I’ve a red string wrapped around my finger.

I think of stained white sheets, cold hands, your pale face;

oh, how that feeling of doubt likes to linger.

Your corpse is carried by crows down to the river,

your body stiff and covered in forget-me-not blue.

I’ve a red string wrapped around my finger.

The summer sun sets, its warmth vanquished by winter.

“I love you” now tastes foreign and bitter;

oh, how that feeling of doubt likes to linger.

The requiem bell rings like an operatic singer;

somewhere your lover cries and I watch them dig deeper.

I’ve a red string wrapped around my finger.

I recall the knife protruding like a stinger,

and I the bee who put it there.

Oh, how that feeling of doubt likes to linger.

Your cries of agony still echo in my skull,

my love for you resides in the earth that’s been dug.

I’ve a red string wrapped around my finger.

Oh, how that feeling of doubt likes to linger.