Well I once believed in a fairy tale
But now I’m holding a coffin nail
Between my lips closed tightly where we stand
And fearing now how to wield a sword
The final blow with a righteous word
Cutting away all remains of our ways
The end
O love
Words like dust how we shrug them off
Promises
How to resurrect all the glory days
To build a house where our story stays
Is anyone ever the savior they’d like to be?
Oh one by one though we can’t afford
With each new struggle a closing door
Is anyone ever the lover they’d like to be?
Our broken beauty
Can anyone save it?
Our broken beauty
Can anyone save it?
Again