Art

If I recall every morbid curiosity
In the end it’ll only bring back misery
But how we all embrace that altering feeling
Even when we’re down and all love is fleeting
If I could resurrect every single skeleton
Happiness as a cause of death is what I would amend
And when all is said and done I’ll be lethargic
Since my body will be so exhausted from heartache

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts
That’s when I find beauty in the art of falling apart

If you find such serenity in the fog of a cemetary
Then why do you cry with so much dreary?
Still you find it hard to keep your composure
Our hands still find themselves getting closer
If you begin to analyze the essence of woe
Then I think there’s something, my dear, that you should know
That even if everything in your eyes is just a shade of gray
Just look deep in my eyes and kiss the pain away

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts
That’s when I find beauty in the art of falling apart

If we recall every morbid curiosity
In the end it’ll only bring back misery
But how we both embrace that altering feeling
Even when we’re down and all love is fleeting
If we could resurrect every single skeleton
Happiness as a cause of death is what we would amend
And when all is said and done we’ll be lethargic
Since our bodies will be so exhausted from this courtship

Sometimes I can hear the breaking of hearts
That’s when I find beauty in the art of falling apart