pretty picture in the globe
miss when it used to sing
you sang along, you sang to me.

but now, it's just a broken thing.

on the shelf, in my room
cobwebs clouding up my June
missing summers spent with you

but, sun don't shine when I am blue.


(now...)


blood stained feet
'cross broken ground
our earthquake tore apart this town

the ground shook as we waged wars.

our picture's not so pretty anymore.


*darling, hush, don't say goodbye
amongst the rubble, I'm sure we'll find
another love; a stabler life
our love was one born to die