Be still the bloodied hands of love
that stretch out to the skies above
they reach within our swollen hearts 
and squeeze until the agony starts

Love is just a game we play
to see us through the light of day
until the night and then we weep
as from our eyes blood will seep
between the fingers of the young
we admit defeat, our time is down

The blood price for all that we have had
is costly and it drives us mad
for we will suffer at loves lust
and loose ourselves, our minds, our trust