calling out your name (slowed + reverb)

The shadow on the wall is dancing on its Own. I'm sitting in a crowded room, but I'm made Of stone. You walked in wearing that dress like a loaded Gun. I knew the war was over before it had Begun. The ice in my glass is melting, Counting down the time to commit the perfect, Beautiful, tragic crime. Now the music plays a different tune underneath The paper moon. The saxophone calling out your name. And nothing here Will ever be the same. One wrong step, One careless glance. I lost you in the middle of the Dance. Friends are talking, their voices sound like static Noise. I'm just a broken doll among the other toys. I should have known better than to cheat the Fate. Now I'm standing outside the Garden gate. The rhythm holds me captive, the melody is Cruel. I played the king, but I was just the Fool. Now the music plays a different tune underneath The paper moon. I hear the saxophone calling out your name. And nothing here Will ever be the same. Screams what I can't say. It begs you to stay. Just a whisper In Chaos.