About this song
Come in from the rain and leave your coat at the door. The marble remembers what the living forgot, and the Collector is waiting to take the most beautiful half of everything you are.
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.
