broadwaythecat
Senior Member
Who shot that arrow in your throat
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head.
This chaos this calamity
This garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me
I'll set you up aganst the stars
Gloria, we lied
we cant go on
This is the time and this is the place to be,
Alive
Who shot that arrow in your throat,
who missed the crimsom apple?
And theres a discord in the garden tonight
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beuaty
The doves have died
the lovers have lied
I cut the arrow from your neck, streched you beneath the tree.
Among the roots and baby's breath I covered us with silver leaves
Gloria, we lied. We can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be
Alive
The sea is wine red. This is the death of beauty
The doves have died the lovers have lied
The sea is wine red, this is the death of
beauty
The doves have died
the lovers have lied
The sea is wine red(Gloria we lied) this is the death of beauty ( this is the time and place)
The doves have died( Goria we lied) The lovers have lied( this is the time and place)
Credit to whoever wrote this song
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head.
This chaos this calamity
This garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me
I'll set you up aganst the stars
Gloria, we lied
we cant go on
This is the time and this is the place to be,
Alive
Who shot that arrow in your throat,
who missed the crimsom apple?
And theres a discord in the garden tonight
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beuaty
The doves have died
the lovers have lied
I cut the arrow from your neck, streched you beneath the tree.
Among the roots and baby's breath I covered us with silver leaves
Gloria, we lied. We can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be
Alive
The sea is wine red. This is the death of beauty
The doves have died the lovers have lied
The sea is wine red, this is the death of
beauty
The doves have died
the lovers have lied
The sea is wine red(Gloria we lied) this is the death of beauty ( this is the time and place)
The doves have died( Goria we lied) The lovers have lied( this is the time and place)
Credit to whoever wrote this song
