Pity Us

Our true love lost maybe it's in this glass of warm wine or the stem of this dead rose Maybe it's in the sunrise See the pyramids in the shape of my heart the ocean lye still Like the dreams in my head Maybe you will feel the loneliness too Listen to the quiet jungle Soft spoken words like empty invitations unspeakable responses My shallow heart lye still with unforgiven confessions My mind an archway for pleasure Society now awaits the two of us as the world comes to an end.