Wine Red

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your headThis chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the starsGloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be aliveWho shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonightThe sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have liedI cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver leavesGloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be aliveThe sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have liedThe sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have liedThe sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)