Não consigo resistir...

... gosto por demais desta voz!!

Love's the funeral of hearts,
And an ode for cruelty,
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 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 cruelty,
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, here for years, tried to forget.
He was the fire,
Restless and wild,
And you were like a moth to that flame.

The funeral of hearts.

The heretic seal beyond divine,
Pray to God who's deaf and blind,
The last nights, the soul's on fire,
Three little words and a question why.

Love's the funeral of hearts,
And an ode for cruelty,
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.

É verdade... o amor pode por vezes ser o funeral de corações!! Mas também como em todas as situações há que dar a volta por cima e voltar a olhar para o bright side of life!