The black boredom of a heaven in hell
Spitting poison back into the depths of your lover's well
A dying tear on the edge of a knife
I cut my teeth on all the crooked hearts and heartless lies
Or do you still believe
There's something left to believe
This is love in the wake of life
All your love in the wake of life
Scorched earth and the fires of youth
Our flowers laid to waste on the empty graves of a hollow truth
Like silhouettes in the fog of the world
A venal muse to all you black boot boys and rain coat girls
And I don't believe
There's something left to believe
This is love in the wake of life
All your love in the wake of life
In death I'll survive
All your love in the wake of life
Into the parklands
Led by a cold hand
Where do we go
Out of the moonlight
Caught in a blindsight
Where do we go from here