This finger's grown thin
Where a ring had always been
Evermore means something that it never did before

Paler skin under a band of gold
Paler and frailer
Now nail her to the words she swore
'Til death do us part
Death came to this heart
Now where to begin

Time comes and it goes
And only the twistin' shows
Rising and falling
To the rhythm of your breathing
And my longing

Paler skin under a band of gold
Paler and frailer
Now nail her to the words she swore
'Til death do us part
Death came to this heart
Now where to begin

Its easy to break apart
like a glass up against a wall
Shattering until it falls
'til it's glittering/bitter end

With all that's exposed
Do you think I'll ever know
How to hold this hand
And simply understand

Paler and frailer
Now nail her to the words she swore

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Writer(s): IRWIN BEAN