: Time in argument will end Flames of preparation Fingers felt the whipping Hand that feeds the flame Escalate the drought Itching to join the fray
: She wore crushed velvet, jet black and to the floor. She rode on angels' wings that used to shine oh so bright. Now the dark has caught the spark
up now we're waiting for us to fall I fall to pieces now (I fall to pieces now) a broken mirror (I fall to pieces) in your life The silence in black
blues from butterflies (Tonight we, Tonight we fly) Flying faster through the night Until the orange of morning light (Dear black goodbye, Dear black
: so here we are back to the start again trying hard to wait till morning hey rise and shine and open up your eyes to give this world some color shine
: Tonight, we fly away so high. Our first full moon sky. I'll breathe you in, I won't let you down, I won't hold your back, I won't make a sound. I
m leaving. I hope I see you soon. You know me too well, She's sorry and I can tell. Scene missing, fade to black (fade to black!) You're acting all this
: The distance and my hearts to sand Flowing through the hour glass Time to let go of all we know and break our hearts in stride. I need you now
: Wait 'til after dark we'll try to make a mark one that stays until we're done And we'll pretend again let's try not to forget where we are and who
make it on my own. (And I can't make it on my own.) Because my heart is in Ohio. So cut my wrists and black my eyes. (Cut my wrists and black my eyes
: just light the match and run run from all those times she poured gasoline, and by fires light she cried she cried all night, until the salt from
nightmare Wake me up, I know I am drowning in the blood from a pitch black heart Cut my throat Spill my blood Cut my throat Spill my blood Pitch black
: Black night, white lights Your eyes amplify Like a heartbeat On the downbeat lover Black night, white lights On the B-side I found what I was after
: In love with the maiden, The flower of winter Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone thru the grinder wherever you look
: [Tony Kakko] In love with the maiden, The flower of winter Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone thru the grinder wherever
TELL ME THERE IS HOPE IN SILENCE TILL WE DIE THERE IS STILL LONGING IN MY EYES I SEE A DIFFERENT EARTH I'M NOT IMPRESSED, IT'S JUST THE SILENCE THERE
CONTINUES IT'S SICK PARODLY OF IT'S IDEAL AND ONLY DEATH CAN SET US FREE [rep. verse 1 - 3] (AND ONLY DEATH) CAN SET US FREE THE BLACK SPIRAL A SICK
when it's in my dreams So let the morning light come in and let the darkness fade away Chorus: Can you turn my black roses red? Can you turn my black