Mirror Bride

This is a macabre comedy. Bride is a recurring theme... I can imagine this delusion being real. Can't you?

[Verse 1]

I sewed you together from a silver frame

From a dish and a candle flame

Pressed my thumb in your wrist bone

And called you bride from a paper gown

You waited quietly in the corner chair

Face white as lace, hair combed back with care

I talked for hours in that darkened hall

You stared like you didn't know me at all

[Pre-Chorus]

Then your hand grew cold