Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Come in from the rain, leave your coat at the door,
the marble remembers what the living forgot.
I curate the dead — every name, every war —
in halls where the daylight has never been caught.
I was sickly once, a painter with envy for hands,
till the old archdemons came whispering low,
signed the city in blood with five trembling hands,
and gave me forever to spend nice and slow.
[Pre-Chorus]
So they call me the Collector, and the title fits clean —
I take the most beautiful half of everything.
[Chorus]
Give me half of your secrets, I'll archive the rest,
half of your memory, the parts you loved best.
I don't murder, darling — I edit, I frame.
And the half that I keep, I will sign with my name.
Half a hand, half a kingdom, half a heart in the case —
I am only the keeper of a vanishing place.
[Verse 2]
I gave her the gift in the gold of those years,
my Evelyn, first of the blood I let bloom.
We waltz through the ruins and we don't shed a tear,
two relics still dancing in a glittering tomb.
I have done this so long that the wonder's gone grey,
I rehearse the old killings, I'd do them with grace —
oh, to feel something new before it slips away,
one equal, one rival, one unfamiliar face.
[Pre-Chorus]
For a connoisseur of ruin, the appetite stays —
I take the most beautiful half of your days.
[Chorus]
Give me half of your secrets, I'll archive the rest,
half of your memory, the parts you loved best.
I don't murder, darling — I edit, I frame.
And the half that I keep, I will sign with my name.
Half a hand, half a kingdom, half a heart in the case —
I am only the keeper of a vanishing place.
[Bridge]
They came for me, New Year, in the Crescendo's bright roar,
and the city kept dancing as the don hit the floor.
But a king leaves a clause, and the clause is unkind —
if I fall, half of everything falls in behind.
So pour the last glass, let the orchestra play,
I was always just borrowing the light, anyway.
[Final Chorus]
Give me half of your secrets, I'll archive the rest,
half of your memory, the parts you loved best.
I don't murder, darling — I edit, I frame.
And the half that I keep, I will sign with my name.
Half a hand, half a kingdom, half a heart in the case —
take the don, take it all, but you can't take my taste.
[Outro]
Leave your coat at the door... the marble remembers...
and I keep the most beautiful half.
