Standard (EADGBE)
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head.
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect.
Give your immortality to me, Ill set you up against the stars.
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we cant go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And theres a discord in the garden tonight.
The seas wine red, this is the death of beauty.
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
I cut the arrow from your neck, stretched you beneath the trees
Among the roots and baby breath I covered us with silver leaves.
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we cant go on.
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
The seas wine red, this is the death of beauty.
The seas wine red, this is the death of beauty.
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
The seas wine red, this is the death of beauty.
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.