The Funeral Of Hearts 
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
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 here 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
Pray to god who's deaf and blind
The last night's the soul's 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
When love is a gun
Separating me from you