I met my love at a funeral

I'm tired of good-byes and burials

Friends I have known

Some I just met

Standing around

It's hard to forget - now isn't it?



The war started in Bethlehem

A quarrel between holy men

Rocket's red glare

Night without end

Burning my eyes

It's hard to forget - now isn't it?



And if our cells are our destiny

I want to be free of biology

You are my friend

But I hurt you, too

It is not what

I intended to do

I saw my love by the restaurant

Diggin' for home fries in a garbage can

Ice cream and cake

Sweetness and light

A bottle of wine

Now that would be nice - wouldn't it?