Per Ardua Ad Astra
Altiora Petamus
Volente Deo, Lucete Stellae
I prayed that you might be saved
And took every breath with me in the leafy shade
I cried out in pain: Please save us
Si Nos Amas, Serva Nos
We'll get used to this hoax that our love made
When the Moon comes out to watch the bright day light die
Hopefully you'll get used to my hugs and good-byes
When my love falls out of the sky as mournful rain
