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 the gun separating me from you

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

Funeral of hearts
The heretic seal beyond divine
prayer to a God who's deaf and blind
The last right’s for souls on fire
Three little words and a question: WHY?