I’m only gonna say it once. When they snuff out the fire that resides in my lowly core. When they expel me from paradise and toss me in a heap at your door. You take the hand of a man who has soiled a grand design. Whose blood is contraband where the veins and vines intertwine. Well it breaks my heart every time! Every time. And where my life is reduced to smoke and riddle Would you be my wife? Would you be my widow? Every moment we’re down on this ground I must murder a flower. And tornadoes of grief with teeth will devour your power. You put something inside something else that renders it wild. To invert on itself till its soul surrenders its child. Well it breaks my heart every time! Every time. I know I said I’d say it once, but I reconsidered. Would you be my wife? Would you be my widow?