Atropa Belladonna (Victim of Beauty)

Excited sounds of a choir
I am on the other side of this choir
This silence of love is far from here
Far from here
Tonight this sky is so bright
And this dark has got me hiding knives
As I think of you, can you think of me too?
Can we have this moment without each other?
Rather it will return for sale
Now's the time to run
So you're always my temple
Ready to explode
Killing me, you're killing me
This is the best of times
This is my worst of times
This is the chorus lined up to let yours be mine
You're always my temple, waiting to explode
Ready to explode
So write a letter
"To whom this may concern:'
So write a letter
'To whom this may concern:'
Say, 'To whom this may concern:
Please don't leave me, please don't leave me
Please don't leave me, please don't leave me
Please don't leave me, please don't leave me'
If you would crowd among the oceans
Goodbye to all we had
Dear God what can I bring?
Think of where you are and where you'd be now
(Choice)
Think of every choice made
That created a spitting image
This astronomical value point of view
And that one means a lovely life
Speed time
Another death
This is the best of times
This is the worst of times
Tonight the sky looks so bright
This is the chorus lined up to let yours be mine
Is the choice you made right?
You're always my temple, waiting to explode
Ready to explode