In the dead of your eyes We will hold each other tight In the graveyard, at night, as we die All alone in the cold Where no one else will go We will sing of a life less defined And any thoughts of preservation Are left there to bleed Torn asunder from creation Nothing left but our deeds In the dead of your eyes We will hold each other tight In the graveyard At night, as we die As we die
graveyard, die, tight, preservation, asunder