She wore a beautiful dress to her own death And everyone agreed it was tasteful She had declined to meet their eyes For at this point she was unable She held her breath where the water met her steps Steeled herself for the journey Fantasized for years that thered be no tears For them all she was in no freakin hurry Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Gracefully she mimicked dreams Played out each and every scene Cancelled the paper while making tea that morning With every obligation met she climbed the steps and into that dress She hit her marks and the exit planned was glory Her mindset was elaborate No need for a jacket, stimulant, depressant, or placebo Shed been alone for years with the grinding of the gears Waiting for the pull of the ocean Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Shes going down without a sound, without a sound She wore a beautiful dress to her own death From the rocks to the beach into the ocean Coast guard said its the strangest thing She seemed to grimace, then to wink But I knew it was a smile that had frozen Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound Shes going down without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
sound, without, dress, wore, steeled