'Sing for Absolution' by Muse

Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew.
I only dream of you,
My beautiful.

Tiptoe to your room,
A starlight in the gloom;
I only dream of you
And you never knew.

Sing for absolution:
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace.

There's nowhere left to hide,
In no one to confide;
The truth runs deep inside
And will never die.

Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew;
I only dream of you,
My beautiful.

Sing for absolution:
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace.

Our wrongs remain unrectified
And our souls won't be exhumed.'