06-16-2007, 01:36 PM
She was the sun shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you with its glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind carrying in all the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild and you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who’s deaf and blind
Three little words and a question:
Why?
He was the moon painting you with its glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind carrying in all the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild and you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who’s deaf and blind
Three little words and a question:
Why?