Tekster: Behind Crimson Eyes. Preface: In Memory Of.

Anyone who marries for the pain
Understands that we were never
Made for this single moment

Exchanging oaths in maiden's private room
Keeping secrets will eventually consume
You from inside

Engraving our hearts in the sand
Painting pictures with our hands
Will stain like wine within out minds

The bittersweet of this romance
I'll make a bet
I'll take my chances on your love
Although it's tough

Don't walk, don't wait
Don't stand around
Don't run, can't wait
This love will pass you by
If you take your time

A heart is something
I could do without
All my blood runs dry
When you are not around
Or so I've found

Exchanging lies in lovers open room
We kept our secrets
Now it has consumed our lives
From the inside

Love is not like any word
'Cept love that is obscured
To think that we will be happy

The bittersweet of this romance
I'll take my bet
I won't take my chances on you
I think it's through