I should have called ms. glen

Why did September take them away from me?

So hear me now, my silver goddess; for you I am your knight of swords

Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away

So teach me how to say our last goodbyes

Teach me how to die

I bet you'll love me more when I am gone

And there must be another way out

Fear not my brothers, there will be salvation

Won't you go for a ride? Let's drink a Cerveza

Won't you go for a ride? And shed our ways

So hear me now, my silver goddess; I swear one day you'll be at my doorway

Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away

So teach me how to say our last goodbyes

Won't you please...

Won't you teach me how to die?

Won't you love me more when I am gone?

Once we shed our wings, is this what you call love?