Medusa in a Stone Garden

In the dark, it's hard to tell what's made of stone
What might be memory feels like flesh and bone
Trust what's in your hands and you'll never have to look
Closed my eyes and begged him not to take, but he took

Beauty like a wound that never heals
Beauty's bitter truth is never real
Gave him what I had, what he thought he wanted
All my wounds are gone with his ghost, but I'm haunted

Laced my fingers round the things that hurt me
The way he looks whеn all my words desert me
Wе weren't bad, just young, but that just makes it worse, he
Said, "Love does not compel, no, it converts me."
"Love does not compel, no, it converts me."

Love is war, and of course, love is a thief
Love creeps in through the window, doesn't sleep
Slowly dragged him down, as heavy as a stone
He was sure that he was strong, and held on, I let go

Laced my fingers round the things that hurt me
The way he looks when all my words desert me
We weren't bad, just young, but that just makes it worse, he
Said, "Love does not compel, no, it converts me."
He said, "Love does not compel, no, it converts me."

They say I murdered love with my unkindness
Say if I were innocent I'd give myself to blindness
Can't hide it
Love's blind, not sightless

I laced my fingers round the things that hurt me
The way he looks when all my words desert me
We weren't bad, just young, but that just makes it worse, he
Said, "Love does not compel, no, it converts me."
"Love does not compel, no, it converts me."
He said, "Love does not compel, no, it converts me."

It converts me
It converts me
It converts me
It converts me