Southern Gothic Lyrics - Ulver

I want to tell you something 

About the grace of faded things 

The draped compositions 

Hiding from the new world 

Behind old French doors 

The last rays of the setting sun 

On the cheeks of cherub faces 

The traces of their tears 

But you do not listen 

Your mind is somewhere else 

I speak with a frozen tongue 

In a dead language 

There is a world between us 

There is a sunken garden 

Somewhere in Louisiana 

Love lies bleeding there 

And words they mean nothing 

To anyone anymore