Circe Link

Album: Moody Girl
Track #7 The Crime

Let me start at my favorite part, which is the end

Where no one wins at the game

With Achilles tendencies your weak but with such subtleties,

As you play, taking aim

And Shakespeare’s ghost could write a host of tragedies

Committed in your name

And agony and ecstasy play out like Antigone, what a shame

Now don’t you know, that it shows?

‘Cause you can hide behind your lie

Pretending no one sees the crime but now I do

Sunday drivers always crash

It was me who broke the looking glass, for the last time

Sophocles could never dream more bitter men

Then such as these, in his whole life, his whole life

And floating in sea of flowers Ophelia wastes the drifting hours

Just like me, baby

And I’ll play your Persephone

And down I go to Hades you see, I am burning

So does it show, now that you know?

‘Cause I can hide behind my lie

Pretending no one sees the crime but now you do

Stars are tearing down our sky and we’re spinning

Oh my love, what have we done?

If you’re guilty so am I

Where’s the truth this time?

Are we blind? Is love our only crime?

Caught a tiger by the tail

But gravity was bound to fail in this cage

And falling like young Icarus

Our feathers burnt our shoulders blistered in pain, no remains

And much ado about nothing

The humor our suffering with each day

But seeing like the Sybil fair

The path is dark so all beware of the way

And now we know, the truth is shown

‘Cause we can hide behind the lie

Pretending no one sees the crime but now don’t you?

And we can hide behind the lie

Pretending no one sees the crime but now don’t you?

Written by

Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005

Vocals: Circe Link

Drums: Christopher Allis

Electric Guitar: Christian Nesmith

Steel Guitar: Bart Ryan

Hamonium & Auto Harp: Michael Sherwood

Bass: Ian Walker

Acoustic Guitar: Michael Starr