letra   My dear lover, the flame She was dancing in the colosseum That’s when I found she was asking my hand Oh lover, please, give me one last waltz Rome was burning down and the clouds were growing darker And the sky was mocking me with his dagger She spoke in verse, my dear lover, the flame You, asked for me You, you begged from me Go away, winter rain So I ran with my hat in my hands just to prove my faith She was running wild through the alleys, the streets and the (...)

  letra   My lover, you took me down to the valley Where are you, my lover? My killer, you took me down to the valley You gave me a real good time My brother, my sister Return, Return Return, Return, to me Sister, this pain is real, a stranger of which I know nothing Is out by my doorstep He is my lover, my killer He's the breath beneath my wings And the ropes around my ankles He will take me down to the valley Where my steps are unheard Return, Return Return, Return, to me My (...)

  letra We're all strangers here, there's rust in our feet From the lies we've been told There's a silence to every man, that knows more than he does   He's the strangest friend that we could pray for. He knows too much   Last night death stood by my door, With a book in her hands, so i sat and read A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung For all those with dust in their bones Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust So i turned to the holy book and (...)

  Letra   There are men, begging to be free Stranded here, against the door If all of this is real, then the dream is over, And I, oh my, I am a stranger to you So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal, alright! Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright Oh let’s just sing of the old, the good old days Let’s just bring them back And hear them on hi-fi stereos So what about (...)

  Letra   We're all strangers here, there's rust in our feet From the lies we've been told There's a silence to every man, that knows more than he does   He's the strangest friend that we could pray for. He knows too much   Last night death stood by my door, With a book in her hands, so i sat and read A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung For all those with dust in their bones Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust So i turned to the holy book (...)