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 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...
  
  She was the wind carrying in
  All the troubles and fears
  He for years tried to forget
  He was the fire restless and wild
  And you were like a moth to the flame
  
  Be ready to beyond the undivine prayer to God
  As deaf and blind
  The last night's souls on fire
  Three little words and the question: why?
  
  Love's the funeral of hearts...