| I will cut my tongue to end this here | |
| As words to bullets and feelings to fears | |
| You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day | |
| I dare to cause this war, maybe i will die therefor | |
| Yet i think it is my juliet story | |
| Because you are my everything | |
| but this beauty leaves the room | |
| and my dream seems to be over | |
| my tongue is not severed and the end is here | |
| Drove home to that anchingly long song | |
| As words to poetry and my feelings so free | |
| I am longing for your arms to lay down | |
| In your hands i feel so secure- this must be true | |
| You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day | |
| I dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefor | |
| Yet i think it is my juliet story | |
| Because you are my everything | |
| but this beauty leaves the room | |
| and my dream seems to be over | |
| my tongue is not severed and the end is here | |
| burlesque and splendid i will enter their realm | |
| this place should become a burial ground | |
| i dared to cause that war and i died therefor | |
| but this beauty leaves the room | |
| and my dream seems to be over | |
| my tongue is not severed and the end is here |