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…