by John Wesley

 I must guard this precious heart
 I must close these jaded eyes
 My small world [bad word] apart
 Under the weight of our demise

 The words you say, the way you move
 The lies you tell, the bones you [bad word]  Cannot be mended, cannot be healed
 I am the soul that no longer feels

 You must leave, you must go
 I am better here alone
 I have nothing left to steal
 I am the soul that no longer feels
 You must leave, you must go
 I am better here alone
 I am better here

 velvet veil covered your head
 White like the satin on our bed
 These vows were never meant to be so mean
 This is not my velvet dream

 You must leave, you must go
 I am better here alone
 I have nothing left to steal
 I am the sould that no longer heals
 You must leave, you must go
 I am better here alone
 Be this [bad word] or in between
 These are not my velvet dreams
 These are not my dreams