Under a lover's world
We find a way
to believe that the old times are dead.
Under a lover's sky
We find a way
to die beneath an old ashen faceā€¦
Where cremation
is the only thing that
keeps us alive,
In the midnight sky
Of the stars unfolding above,
Warming the night
without a fight.

Under a lover's moon
We find a way
to speak words without ever,
opening our mouths.
Under a lover's heaven
We find a way
to bring Hell with us, we're even.
Where decadence,
is the only thing that
Keeps us dead,
Beneath the midnight sky
Of the stars unfolding above,
Opening the night,
to our weary eyes.