tired love

the keys are hidden
to my heart
im not wanting the pain
not wanting the feel of war

in both of our hearts
we have that feel of despair
and have that sweet-talking
as we go on sleepwalking

past this tired love
all is lost in this war
the only thing we can do
is lock our hearts away

but in the end
we open them up to the saddest songs
and close our eyes
and wail our tired love

i painted a picture with my mind
with my crimson flow
i let your true colours show
but now i give up, i cant paint you anymore

we shall only meet in hell
and in our dreams