Byzantium - Deep Blue Something

This time it was your fault

Don’t lay the trip on me

We’re sailing to Byzantium

Out across a shiftless sea

All that you say you’re not

Slave to all you’ve got

Sad to hear you lie

Worse to believe it.

A second from infinity and

Heaven hangs above our heads

One thought from oblivious and

You forget what you said

Sella, leave us nothing

Undine, never leave the sea

I would be a bridge to both

Blister, patch, and peel.