I sewed the south into my letter
Peach petals fell into your hair
You promised me the moon on black boats
Now the wine is warm β but you're not there
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Where did you go?
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I should have known
Moss grew over all our cobblestones
Your flower pin β I can't find the bone
The opera sings the same sad tune
Your voice is a ghost in the lantern moon
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Where did you go?
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I let you go
Red beans drip from a painted sleeve
Rouge and tears β the same red seed
Are you still waiting at that lost ferry?
Or am I the one who never believed
Wrong, wrong, wrong
The lanterns light
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Another night