Wine Red

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

I'll set you up against the stars

Gloria

We lied, we can't 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 there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is 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 tree

Among the roots and baby's breath

I covered us with silver leaves

Gloria

We lied, we can't go on

This is the time and this is the place to be alive

The sea is wine red

This is the death of beauty

The doves have died

The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red

This is the death of beauty

The doves have died

The lovers have lied

The 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)