Из альбома: Like the Word Love on the Lips of a Harlot
So, that the rose might never die
A sorrow my eyes should never wish to behold, of forty winters past
Love that is not love
Your honesty, nothing more than rejection of a ruined love
Just another love song with no more reason
The sunset glow of your naked eye it burns a hole in my heart like a kiss, colder than hell
Another one scorned, another one burned
You're all the same to me, why don't you show your face highroller
Everything you said was a lie
Now you all die
Now I'm plotting where to hide your bones, hoping that the tide will come and take them away
Take you away
One more touch from your fingertips, to know I'm still alive
As my tears turn red and I bleed your ashes
Why must the empty sky come crashing down?