Fatal Flaw

Love is a sort of madness
I can imagine huffing
I have no art
In other lives, in other lives
Martyrs groan
But I will not sigh
All the universe melts away
I will not sigh
I will not sigh
Your soul is sound
Your soul is sound
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your imagination
No imagination
Love is a sort of deadly night shade
It makes your eyes bright, enticified
Sound shifts in time
Love divine, love divine
Warp speed, lightening
Love, gone with the stars
All hallucination
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your imagination
No imagination
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end