Tonight I cast my heart to the sky
Bid me well, stars sparkling high...

The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each...
Standing in the middle of the crowd, she found her...

F**ck!
She clutches her arm...

He captures me with haunted eyes
As the music fills the room...

It's just one of those things
When you wish the story had played out another way...

There are two types of beauty
One is black, the other white...

If these wings are becoming of me,
with their familiar shade of black...

Is it for the blood or the passion
For the need or the lust that's within...

The bones that stain this meadow
make a sound so thin and sweet...