August Dupin

Lyrics

[Verse 1] A tell-tale heart is softly beating Behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling Of the locked room where we're kneeling To touch the stain left by your bleeding Which formed this imprint of your head [Verse 2] Can these clues be more intriguing? No whodunit is this misleading We've deduced you can't be breathing So are we premature in grieving Though it's very clear that you are dead? [Bridge] So bringing wits and secret ciphers IPads, quills, pens, and typewriters The book world's prominent insiders Arrive to make our burden lighter And to have a look around That's when Gaiman, Moore, and King say "We have found a hidden doorway" Going down a winding staircase In Lewis Carroll style, our foray Shortly leads us underground [Verse 3] To a shadowy room that is concealing Truths Sir Doyle's candlelight's revealing Not dead-ends, canards, or double dealings Herrings red, or dark deceivings Folklore, myths, tall-tales, or fables [Verse 4] It is the thing we've all been seeking Once diaphanous and fleeting A tell-tale heart still softly beating Wrapped in parchment we are reading Nailed to a bloody, broken table [Verse 5] Wide-eyed, stunned, barely breathing Each sleuth silently retreating Without the need to say in leaving "There is enough here for believing That is, of course, assuming we are able" [Outro] So in the end there's this The stunning final twist All in all We never saw All we are now seeing