Yet another "struggle" that may not hit the mark at all. And this time I don't have a good handle on tune or style. The title has a double meaning, nothing hidden at all, just think about it.
This is a story
Of love's fallen glory
When two dying hearts
Tore each other apart
Like two mating tigers
In sensual delight
A scream and a nightmare
Of love drowned in spite
The best place to finish is at the beginning
Coz the end is enigma, just who was pretending
Or was it neither or both? What's there to decide
When nothing remains but two lovers who died
Their fall from the heavens didn't make a sound
Coz they were the biggest kept secret in town
I shouldn't be sad but it's hard to restrain
As I let the tears fall in unrequited rain
This is a story
of love's fallen glory
Two dying hearts
tore each other apart
But the dead are still walking
It can't be the end
Wake up you sleeper
And breathe life again
You let hardness rule when it suited your needs
But now is the time to relinquish the greed
Step out of the darkness that clamps like a vise
Let childish love unbreak that cold heart of ice
This isn't a war as for whom the bell tolls
It's all for reviving two sweet loving souls
There's no other choice if we want to survive
The only way out is a slice of the knife
This is a story
of love's fallen glory
Two dying hearts
tore each other apart
But the dead are still walking
It can't be the end
Wake up you sleeper
And breathe life again
The dead are still walking
It can't be the end
Wake up my love
And breathe life again
Wake up my love
And breathe life again