Lyrics

Raised on promises of doubt
The muses would cover their ears
Still I’d find ways to shield the blame
Or simply disappear

Oh, what kind of love is that?
One that can never give in
To count the days and seal the graves
We end when we never begin

Poised in suits of armor
I found love in many a face
But the cold wind may wreck you
And the earth can shake you
Then sorrow will take your place

Oh, what kind of love is that?
One that can never break free
To count the days and seal the graves
We end when we never begin