The Scarlet

Like an intake of breath,
She is quietly drawn,
To the place of regret,
And surrenders it all.

Is this true? Is it right?
Were you waiting, waiting for this moment?
Is this you? Is it life?
Are you fading, fading in this moment?

So have you ever been this low before?
Have you ever been this close to the truth?
(Scarlet, scarlet, scarlet)
Have you ever been this close to the truth?

Like a work of art,
She is tenderly drawn,
To the chambers of your heart,
‘Til the scarlet dawn.

It’s true – all my life.

Have you ever been… ?
Never been this close to the truth.