You better never tell nobody but GodAll the things I've seenFrom high above this haunted cityUnder elected thrones and thievesWhere mighty men laid down their heartsIn the service of their queensAnd gave their bodies to be burnedLike I did before your feetThat you always tried for meOohOohLike now she does for meAnd underneath the tyranny of August and her sonsWho set fire from their fingertipsOn the holy vow of a teenage kissNow we're much too old for thisAnd I don't feel those kinds of thingsBut don't you cry for meI used to feel everythingOh, but loveOh, but loveOh, but loveOh, but loveOh, but loveOh, but loveLove, love, love becomesLove, love, love becomesLove, love, love becomesAnd all my love becomesAnd all my love, my loveBecame blood on straight paperBecame blood on straight paperBecame blood on straight paperBecame blood on straight paper