John Porter - Round to the Sound

Coffee stains on the floorboards
A personal stain of history
Seems like only yesterday
You sat in that broken chair facing me
I’m caged in by this room
I’m imprisoned by the view
I’m a prisoner of my memories
The only key belongs to you, belongs to you
At nights I hear a mournful shout
Someone so sad, so lost, a heartbreaking plea
That shakes the glass on my curtain-less windows
Here’s a melody of blood and mystery for me
The Devil did fall, the most beautiful of them all
That’s why I keep my door locked at nights
Through all those awkward hours
Till I pass out into the daylight
Going round and round and round and round and round
To the sound, to the sound
Of this Ceremony
Are these feelings just dressed up as words
To walk out and live their separate lives
Leaving me with nothing left inside
An empty shell, a worthless voice
After the sweat of love had dried
And the madness fell terminally ill
When you smiled your face went blank
It was too late to say goodbye to you
My bed is the Dead Sea
My sheets are the ancient scrolls
No more will I dream of immortality
I will just bend to the hateful cold