the ancient crime
and the feeling it's all, all right
the fleeting time while the hourgla** rises
the truth still hurts sometimes
and what good are dead men's treasures
but you can keep your fool's gold night time
cause i'll fight for my love forever
and it hurts i know to just give up, to let go
and to just fall back into bed
the faded _ unseen dread
as the buzzards hover above, they're asking you oh, what is love