Death Of Romance

Dreams

Behind the surface

Heat

Upon a throne

Hold

The rolling clouds

Vacuum

Slow the bone

Bring

Your many days

Down forward

Before

You wake alone



For

One more glance

One more glance

One more glance

At the

Death of romance



Its a

Lovers graveyard

We

Will never walk

The same

Sweet suffering

Comes at dawn

If we only

Could remain

It was dark

Before

We got there

As

We were going

Down there



For

One more chance

One more chance

One more chance

At the

Death of romance



We get the

Perfect seat

The kind of

Show we love

We watched them

Pull the triggers



We heard

The push and shove

Danced

Among the swordsmen

Before their strike



At dawn

We

Danced the dance

Danced the dance

Danced the dance

Its the

Death of romance