HIM (His Infernal Majesty). Dying Song. Zeneszám

I've seen you breathed life into the weakest of hearts,
And heard you scream out load the sweetest poem,

Echo across the ocean reminding me
why I still try,
To hold onto whatever is left of you and I,

Shadding skin to a dying song,
We hum along to the evening sun till we are no more
little deaths to a dying song,
Sound a lot like life,

I've seen these dreams be crushed by a single thought,
And felt the envy of sadness engulf of warmth,
Bariely alive under ice by exchanging sighs,
With tomorrow quivering in the loneliest lights,

Shadding skin to a dying song,
We hum along to the evening sun till we are no more
little deaths to a dying song,
Sound a lot like -- life and love,
Life and love,
Will you

Crawl back into bed tomorrows trembling
at the sight of you and I,

Shadding skin to a dying song,
We hum along to the evening sun till we are no more
little deaths to a dying song,
Sound a lot like -- life and love,
Life and love,
Life and love,
(A Dying Song)
Life and love,
(A Dying Song)
With you
(A Dying Song)
With you
(A Dying Song)
With you
(A Dying Song)

(Thanks to Darcie for these corrections)