Love at its finest
Has come to late.
Its works are magic,
Its works are fate.

I am too afraid
To see the fall.
I want it to go,
I need it to stall.

My heart is crying
My lungs are dead.
The birds are coming,
They will be fed.

I am too afriad
To see the fall.
I want it to go,
I need it to stall.