Clipped Wings

Can I cut you out of the frame?
Can I throw the remnants in the lake?
'Cause I never wanted to yell murder in your name
I just want to die without your photo drenched in shame

For I will never be the same
And cold blood always leaves a stain
And, oh, the lines they are so blue
And, oh, the coat of arms you threw
'Cause I never wanted to slaughter your game
To go on pining for Moon that only wanes

So take me out to the corn, my love, and
Splash the water till it turns into mud
For my blood is frozen from the absence of love

Oh, in the veins, a far haunting calls your name
To your soul's body which you never knew you gave
Away in, into oblivion you threw
And his teeth have made a corpse of you

But you've come back with the clipped wings of the dove
And in this reverie, you've wrestled with your love
For my blood's still frozen from the absence of love

So take the thorns out of me, my love
Patch them up with your wounded love
We're all tied up, now undo what you've done
And into soundless, from your slaughter, I will run

Can I cut you out of the frame?
Can I throw the remnants in the lake?