Standard (EADGBE)

 I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight

 That actually existed just in your head

 Your fingernails painted black

 Or bloodred

 I forget

 And your fake-leather volumes

 Jabbering on hell

 Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail

 Your eyes tried so hard to glitter

 A star-snuffing black

 So you opened your books

 And you opened your legs

 And so opened your heart

 And let in the badness

 You claimed

 As your friend

 With un-angels hovering

 Like flies round the orchard

 That had covered your soul

 Their empire increasing

 And your country

 Deserted by yourself

 The bells of St. Mary call us to remember

 That life is with end

 And the gestures can kill us

 Moreover destroy

 And there is one judgment only

 Your letters came daily

 In French or in German

 But they meant to me nothing

 I caught the slow cords

 And dry ice fogging your mind

 I see all too clearly now

 Why you could be discarded

 And though I could pray for you

 I probably shan't

 Having had my cup filled up

 With your lies

 And your makeup

 You were nothing

 Thinking you're something

 And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong

 A sign to myself

 And the memory of my past

 I still write this gothic lovesong

 A sign to myself

 And the memory of my past

 And a way to shut out your face

(I'm not saying this is great, but it works - the original is played on the piano, as

well know. Enjoy, and thanks from the heart Steven Stapleton!)