It’s so hard to see my face In the mirror’s cold disgrace I wonder what is this I have become A childish forlorn wish So easy to seduce Seems like it’s just one step to fall down
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams
I can hardly write these lines Cause I already have signed My name across the wall of prayers Oh, I listen to my name For really sounding like a blame I close my eyes and start to sing my song
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
I live in memories, cast into melodies They die in harmony with greed and treachery
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine Of this gilded art…