Painting With Red Tears

To much love for what your heart can hold, your heart can hold. Filled up with sorrow this will be the last breath, the last breath for you. That union split by a stab to the head. Rain fell on our head: but seems to, paint your head red. Paint your head red. Head red. I'm with you, but I feel so alone. AS the moon rise you turn blue. AS the rain you turned red, you turned red, Can I be the on who painted that portrait. This time I am alone, I've killed the only person who can stop us sitting on my new burder talking with that little voice inside my head.