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 it's 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 a god who's deaf and blind
 The last rites for 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
 When love is a gun
 Separating me from you