The funeral of hearts..
His words are like the darts
And they're cutting through my skin
They let the hurt come in

He won't join me in death
He makes me stop my breath
The sun shining upon....
If I'll tell him-he'll just laugh.

Gone with the sin... I am...
Buried by love......I am....
Wouning for your touch..please...
Whos is my soul? Who's is it? His....