Daylight's breaking into pieces
We see a cloud of glistening dust
A fading glimmer on the meadow
It leaves behind a dead brown crust
It drains the color from two lovers
Their fire's on its final breath
Words fly out like poison daggers
While we talk (while we talk)
Our love to death
What now that the dawn is shattered
And we wade through its remains
So pick the clothes up that lie scattered
And sneak into a lightless lane
To get eaten by the shadows
We're the meal, and Fate's the chef
Still we're walking while we stagger
And we talk (and we talk)
And we talk
Our love to death
Yeah we talk (yeah we talk)
Yeah we talk, we talk
Our love to death

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