I saw him there lying lifeless on the ground, bleeding at sunrise.
Nothing could prepare us for this moment.
Romance is dead, or haven't you heard?
There's no turning back, these scars are for keeps.
With the sound of tires spueeling, sirens screaming; break lights flash.
This is real, we are more fragile than we seem.
The semantics we have tried so hard to live our lives by have fallen to dust.
I caught myself staring into the eyes of a ghost. What had I become, what if that was me?
A life full of lies, that couldn't keep my heart from breaking!
I lay bleeding on the floor.
I had no place to run, I couldn't hide anymore. Where Could I go, what will fill this heart?
They told me "Romance is dead, or haven't you heard."
Lust is the drug that guides them home.
Please tell me romance is not dead.
Can You hold me high and heal me, can You pull me from all of this?
Take me far away and heal this heart, O' Lord.
