A chalcedony casket Carries Alice Trappings Counts her classic facets For ceremonious passing's She'd have liked Left vexed in a cutaway opening scene Kept picturesque and panicking Night skies who propose through their colour codes Dyed us chartreuse, incarnadine Kiss the cuts, yeah they feel better but No one knows, where they could have come from Oh that only she knew Dares to wear her headdress Draped in Ametrines Dragged through pigeons blood And desperate dying plans Fed her dreams Said so proud like it were the first Chance to scare those ghosts away Trying to speak, waiting for your turn My house? we can go anytime? Held hands made flesh print monocles Deep end sleeps learned if you breathe you float Oh that only we know, yeah that only we knew Kissed the cuts, and now they just hurt worse Talked to herself Though In person Nothing goes in