Love's the Funeral Of Hearts 
and an ode for [bad word] 
Where 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 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 [bad word] 
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,
prayer to god whose deaf and blind,
The last night's souls on fire,
three little words and a question: why?

Love's the Funeral Of Hearts 
and an ode for [bad word] 
When angels cry blood 
on flowers of evil in bloom,
The Funeral Of Hearts 
and a plea for mercy,
where Love is a gun 
separating me from you.