Part VII

Who knew that love was just a crying game? Who counts the seconds in between our pain? Who knew that love was like a dying game? Who counts the seconds in between our shame? I know, I saw God With a halo and a handgun Oh, I saw love as the blueprint in the handbook Oh, I saw you in a memory And all of my questions were answered Waiting for yesterday Waiting for yesterday Falling, I’m flying I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m waiting for yesterday Waiting for yesterday And I know, I saw God With a halo and a handgun Oh, I saw love as the blueprint in the handbook Oh, I saw you in a memory, you know And all of my questions were answered Falling, I’m flying I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, without you I’m falling I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying Oh, darling, darling, darling, darling…