Now even I start to run,

our life, our love,

just a war between one.

When the gravity pulls us down,

I'll get up but you'll be done.

Honey get on your feet,

Can't you hear the rhythm,

can't you feel the beat,

it's our love's death march.

Let's head to the funeral,

with linens white and starch.

Roses black and white,

frame what was the wedding arch.