Cruel Love

Do you remember a time

When you felt blinded by the pale dying light?

Innocent eyes

Tracing the corners like the fingers on a knife

When vanity comes and blows away their patience

You need to see the words

We want to be seen, but faceless in the mirrors

We hoped

Bury the hatchet deeper and nothing can grow

And no one else can see, no one has to know

That we are the last romantics, death of an era

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

Remember a time

When you felt sleighted by the shifting shade of night?

Watching desire

Unfold like a tragedy inside a jealous mind

Ice on the grass, crawling past the edges

Makes your blood run cold

Reality brings you back to the sensation

You know

Bury the hatchet deeper and nothing can grow

And no one else can see, no one has to know

That we are the last romantics, death of an era

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love

This imitation is the cruelest kind of love

The cruelest kind of love