Art

If I recall every morbid curiosity

In the end it'll only bring back misery

But how we all embrace that altering feeling

Even when we're down and all love is fleeting

If I could resurrect every single skeleton

Happiness as a cause of death is what I would amend

And when all is said and done I'll be lethargic

Since my body will be so exhausted from heartache

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts

That's when I find beauty in the art of falling apart

If you find such serenity in the fog of a cemetary

Then why do you cry with so much dreary?

Still you find it hard to keep your composure

Our hands still find themselves getting closer

If you begin to analyze the essence of woe

Then I think there's something, my dear, that you should know

That even if everything in your eyes is just a shade of gray

Just look deep in my eyes and kiss the pain away

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts

That's when I find beauty in the art of falling apart

If we recall every morbid curiosity

In the end it'll only bring back misery

But how we both embrace that altering feeling

Even when we're down and all love is fleeting

If we could resurrect every single skeleton

Happiness as a cause of death is what we would amend

And when all is said and done we'll be lethargic

Since our bodies will be so exhausted from this courtship

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts

That's when I find beauty in the art of falling apart