Lyrics

Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? It hung heavy on the tree above your head This chaos, this calamity This garden once was perfect Give your immortality to me I'll set you up against the stars Gloria We lied, we can't go on This is the time and this is the place to be alive Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? And there is discord in the garden tonight The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied I cut the arrow from your neck Stretched you beneath the tree Among the roots and baby's breath I covered us with silver leaves Gloria We lied, we can't go on This is the time and this is the place to be alive The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied) This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place) The doves have died (Gloria, we lied) The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)
Writer(s): Robert Morris, Greta Salpeter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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