The gown will surely suit you The roses still look pretty in the room But don't expect the splendour For things bound to burn if he's the groom The statuesque appearance These rings will leave a scar upon the hand With lips that are for others And words that seem as from some foreign land You'll make it out of here Some things will surely disappear But your not there Your not there Trapped inside a boudoir Well nothing ever comes quite clean And while you watch them fading Your dreams are pouring out into a stream You'll make it out of here Some things will surely disappear But your not there Your not there Let it out Let it come For the rhymes that keep On ringing through the room Heal youself Settle down And I'll sing for you I'll sing for everyone Who ever found Their hearts when they were gone But I can't stand To watch you meet your doom Which will come if he's the groom