Cut Wrists And Sinking Ships

Buried In Verona

This tragedy of the rising sun marks the curse of another day without you

The dream betrays, day by day it's sails far away

Pull the wings of butterflies and turn the water black

I carve your name across my chest as we looked down from the cliffs

And threw our bodies down, down upon the rocks

And if I ever wake, tie this anchor around my neck

I will not sink without you, I'll sink alone

I dream of cutting wrists aboard your sinking ships

I'll burn the cities down to kiss those poison lips

I dream of cutting wrists aboard your sinking ships

I'll burn the cities down to kiss those poison lips

This tragedy of the rising sun marks the curse of another day without you

I dream of cutting wrists aboard your sinking ships

I'll burn the cities down to kiss those poison lips

The sun cannot bleach my soul nor the tides wash it away

The sun cannot bleach my soul nor the tides wash it away