Love's the funeral of hearts, and an ode for 
 [bad word] 
when angels cry blood, and flowers of evil 
in bloom 
The funeral of hearts and a plea for mercy 
when love is undone, 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 

 [bad word]  

She was the wind carrying in all the 
troubles and things he for years tried to 
forget 
He was the fire restless and wild, and you 
went like a moth to that flame 


Be ready to be undivine 

Pray to a god that's deaf and blind 

The last nights, the soul's on fire 

Dreaming to answer the question why