Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missse the crimson apple?
it hung heavy on the tree above your head
This chaos, This calamity,
This garedn once was perfect
GIve me your immortality to me ,
I 'll set you up against the stars
Gloria we lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be, alive
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missse the crimson apple?
and there is discord in the garden tonight
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied
I caught the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Along the roots and baby's breath
l covered us with silver leaves
Gloria we lied we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be, alive
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied