Collene - Black Marble

Hear me knocking on your window slow

Don’t turn around to go

I hear your doubt

I’ll reply with the sins of our whole town

Your hesitation’s only natural

In my younger days, I built a wall

Hiding from the favored sons outside the union hall

Don’t you know they had it all?

The Diltmores are dead

All the Diltmores are dead

My memory’s a mess

The millionaires are not impressed

You and I will make up all the rest

A stone creation never seemed so low

Don’t ask me why… I don’t know

Going down, you reply

«Your camera hit me right between my eyes.»

Your insecurity seems natural

In my younger days, I knew it all

Standing tall in the bathroom stall

I had the non-believers where I want

Always holding on

The Diltmores are dead

All the Diltmores are dead

My memory’s a mess

All the Diltmores are dead

Eating alone, what’s the conversation?

Everyone knows about what you said

Sitting at home, what’s the conversation?

Everyone knows why you’re stuck in bed

Hear me knocking on your window slow

Don’t turn around to go

I hear your doubt

I’ll reply with the sins of our whole town