A Threnody For Modern Romance

Alas, here is your serenade, my darling
That leaves you speechless and weak
May it teach you how to feel, may it remedy your heartlessness
And may your cries not interrupt this swansong

This is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
Our hearts burn on

How dare you weep?
And it's insincerity that trickles down your face

Alas, here is your serenade, my darling
And oh, what a long time coming it has been
This cruel lullaby that shall plague your dreams and carry me
Carry me towards revolution

This is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
Our hearts burn on

I'll sing for you
The threnody of modern romance
The threnody

This is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
Our hearts burn on
Take it to their graves (Our hearts burn on)
Take it to their graves
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
May our hearts, may our hearts, our hearts burn on