What is this? Two children found?
The secret to which our lives go round?
In moonlit, starcut meadow's vale
They succeed where others fail.
Then through the town; will they march?
Remind us, oh, of wonders lost?
And screaming, silently proclaim
Their hidden treasure of no name?
In the shadows, oh, there he is
Jealousy is blind man's bliss.
Out of crouched corner he eyes her breath
They long for life, he dreams of death.
But, oh, happiness; joy in true
The covenant is bound by two
But one by words will only swear
The other, fragile, begins to tear
The two have love
Or one of them's sure
Is it not forever?
Is it not pure?
Then the meadow's vale divided
One half parched; nothing provided.
And the townsfolk laugh at the mourning dove
Ha, you fool, you thought of love?
"Love is fake, a trick," they say.
"A tool to reap the devil's pay."
Though the rants be true, she is naive
Of a half helf love, she can't believe
So one lives blind as a shadowed star
"The fool, haha, charade you are."
The secret to which our lives go round?
In moonlit, starcut meadow's vale
They succeed where others fail.
Then through the town; will they march?
Remind us, oh, of wonders lost?
And screaming, silently proclaim
Their hidden treasure of no name?
In the shadows, oh, there he is
Jealousy is blind man's bliss.
Out of crouched corner he eyes her breath
They long for life, he dreams of death.
But, oh, happiness; joy in true
The covenant is bound by two
But one by words will only swear
The other, fragile, begins to tear
The two have love
Or one of them's sure
Is it not forever?
Is it not pure?
Then the meadow's vale divided
One half parched; nothing provided.
And the townsfolk laugh at the mourning dove
Ha, you fool, you thought of love?
"Love is fake, a trick," they say.
"A tool to reap the devil's pay."
Though the rants be true, she is naive
Of a half helf love, she can't believe
So one lives blind as a shadowed star
"The fool, haha, charade you are."