Lyrics:

I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things

The drafted compositions
Hiding from the new world

Behind old french doors
The last rays of the setting sun

On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears

I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language

There is a world between us
There is a sunken garden

Somewhere in Louisiana
Love lies bleeding there

And words they mean nothing
To anyone anymore