Sacred Heart (Sacre Coeur)

From the gutter, the diamond seemed far too bright to see
The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away (just turn away)
And every innocent wish has granted tragedy
Our hands have since been soiled with the blackest of coal
Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
Its greatest offense being thievery
A nightmare awakened by boundless waters
Will see a broken vow thrust into the arms of hellbound cowards
And I’ve found the perfect accessory to that beautiful gown—
The handsome ghost of me
Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
Its greatest offense being thievery
And I will wash away the sins of former lovers
A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake tonight
Take this four-fingered salute
I gave the fifth for you, my dear
May it beckon you to the salts below
Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
Its greatest offense being thievery
And I will wash away the sins of former lovers
A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake tonight
Tonight!