Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree
This chaos, this calamity,
this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me,
I'll set you up against the stars
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on
and this is the place to be alive
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
This is the death of beauty
I cut the arrow from your neck,
stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath,
I covered us with silver leaves
Maria, we lied, we can't go on
and this is the place to be alive
The sea is white and red,
this is the death of beauty
The sea is white and red,
this is the death of beauty
The sea is white and red,
this is the death of beauty
This is the time and place
This is the time and place
