She barely knew
but said I do
to no one's question
a see-through groom
And six months later
dressed in white and fair
she walked to the altar
to a priest who wasn't there
but she took her vows
in sickness and health
for better or worse
for want or for wealth
and at a reception
where no one arrived
she threw her flowers
for the future bride
then she danced to silence
as if hands were on her side
she spun in circles with
an invisible guide
and after a dance
to her favorite tune
she fell asleep
and dreamed of her honeymoon
Love, our canvas is an empty one.
Love, till the setting of the evening sun.
Love, be not undone, be not undone.
Love, we are as one, we are as one.
And when she awoke
she walked to a park,
she'd been so many times,
she could find in the dark
and she sat and cried
in front of his grave
wearing the gown
and the veil she saved
Love, our canvas is an empty one.
Love, till the setting of the evening sun.
Love, be not undone, be not undone.
Love, we are as one, we are as one.
