he’s living in daydreams, he’s chasing a green light
he’s known me eight days, now he wants all my nights
his pockets are empty, but i taste gold in his kiss
the fall will be deadly, but how can one resist?
he calls me a forest fire
he makes me his muse
i’m the sun in his noon sky
but i’ll paint his world blue
i lay myself down, i put on the red light
i let them come close, but only till midnight
i know that he’s jealous, but i’m fighting to free us
his love keeps me warm, but affection can’t feed us
his friends whisper warnings:
“don’t give love to a whore.”
i’m on my knees bleeding,
but they say he deserves more
so i put down the bottle and dress like a good wife
i swear i’ll be honest when he saves me from this life
he paints me in his image, shapes me with his hands
until he sculpts the heroine who fits into his plans
i draw a fresh smile to convince him i’m all right
what good is a damsel who runs from her white knight?
swinging from heaven,
coughing red wine
i feel myself slip
i fall one last time
he rushes to hold me in my sweet final breaths
and says he’ll write our story years after my death
he’ll make me a martyr, he’ll worship the grave
of the fallen woman he valiantly saved
the beautiful sinner his mercy washed clean
the scandalous showgirl his pity redeemed
we earn forgiveness only after we’ve been crucified
they kick us while we live, but in death we’re canonized
he'll tell pretty tales of the tragic young bride
who only existed in a foolish boy’s mind
paris, do not cry for me -
my soul departs for heaven clean
paris, know my name before he did -
the sparkling diamond
Satine
