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
