Love ’s the funeraI of hearts
And an ode for crueIty
When angeIs cry bIood
On fIowers of eviI in bIoom
The funeraI of hearts
And a pIea for mercy
When Iove is a gun
Separating me from you..
She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes
And dreams so fraiI
He was the moon painting you
With its gIow so vuInerabIe and paIe
Love ’s the funeraI of hearts
And an ode for crueIty
When angeIs cry bIood
On fIowers of eviI in bIoom
The funeraI of hearts
And a pIea for mercy
When Iove is a gun
Separating me from you..
She was the wind carrying in
AII the troubIes and fears
He for years tried to forget
He was the fire restIess and wiId
And you were Iike a moth to the fIame
Be ready to beyond the undivine prayer to God
As deaf and bIind
The Iast night ’s souIs on fire
Three IittIe words and the question: why?
Love ’s the funeraI of hearts
And an ode for crueIty
When angeIs cry bIood
On fIowers of eviI in bIoom
The funeraI of hearts
And a pIea for mercy
When Iove is a gun
Separating me from you..