chicago will be laid to waste

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
Oh but I'd already tried a bracelet made of gold
And a scarlet thread around her wrist.
And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs.
Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss!

And we painted crooked lines
But we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine
we pour into a grief we've known before
But never quite like this, never quite like this.

All I know now is regret.
It follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me,
But she has nothing much to say except to innocently ask,
Her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
But I, I continue on my way.