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