The ethereal beginning, an intimate relationship started to take shape To convey feelings of deep affection, feelings sweeping one away Time passes, and in the progression, the rose colored glasses turn to gray a fissure became a fracture, and my hope in you suddenly snapped and contracted and now thereβs no hope left for me marching to the drum beats in the parade of the lonely so Iβll let my soul free til death do us part, because I know he deadly loves me