Waltz in C-minor
We called the song Waltz in C-minor because it was in 3/4 time. And in the key of C-minor. It was our power-ballad, brooding and melancholy. The lyrics — written and sung by a twice heartbroken, rum-soaked 22-year-old version of myself — were the only ones that came remotely close to slightly resembling poetry. If you squinted and tilted your head a certain way.
The room is cold without you,
the wind is blowing in the trees
and I can see my breath
in the twilight of the room you’ve left me in
and I can smell you on my hands
You were my friend and saviour,
you said I’d like it in the room,
you told me I’d be safe
from the voices and the pain within my soul
You told me have no fear
It’s a sad thing when a blind man sheds a tear,
to see him grieving on the floor
I am broken, now I turn the other cheek
Where do I go from here?
We passed our time by the window
watching other people’s lives go by,
wondering if we’d find
a way to let go of all our fears
and leave the room behind
The minutes turned into hours
The hours slowly became days
The seasons changed, we watched
and we waited but the room just stayed the same
Our lives were running short
It’s a sad thing when a blind man sheds a tear,
to see him grieving on the floor
I am broken, now I turn the other cheek
Where do I go from here?
I tore your heart out from your chest,
I burned your whole world to the ground,
I took all the things you loved
and you cared for and threw them to the wolves
and it left me with your pain
Now I’m staring at the ceiling,
the paint is cracked, the curtains are torn
The floorboards creak and moan
in the silence and the walls are moving in
I am running out of time
It’s a sad thing when a blind man sheds a tear,
to see him grieving on the floor
I am broken, now I turn the other cheek
Where do I go from here?In the mirror; I don’t like what I see,
the face is not mine anymore
The glass is shattered, the candle’s burning out
and I have nowhere left to go
