Her lies match her dress Beautiful, white, and just about harmless And his eyes speak his past Colorful, wild, and totally ruthless Oh, this bed and this mess Were both made, were both made in silence In a fight to the death Where these broken promises fix bayonnettes
And he said This is your, this is your nightmare This is your fairytale love, your fairytale love
That look in your eye Is certain to try and divide us As the sun, in it’s sky Is threatening, is threatening violence
And he said This is your, this is your nightmare This is your fairytale love, your fairytale love This is your night
She said How will I get along, how will I get along?
And he said This is your, this is your nightmare This is your fairytale love, your fairytale love This is your night