The Dark Romantics [XV Version]
We are the dark romantics
The dark romantics in our candle's glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Go
The photograph child
Holds her head in shame
While the crystal wild
Fears a statue with no name
The velvet touch
Of the warmest mystery
Is where our kind
Welcomes serenity
We are the dark romantics
The dark romantics in our candle's glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Your eyes are shut
To the world that we hold dear
You mock the way we paint ourselves
You mock our theatre tears
We bow in love
I know the angel's smile
Drinking on emotion
Lighting altar fires
We are the dark romantics
The dark romantics in our candle's glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Oh, we will be
Impassionate and delicate
Oh, we can see
All that God has given
It's surreal
Surreal
The photograph child
Holds her head in shame
While the crystal wild
Fears a statue with no name
Oh, we are the dark romantics
The dark romantics in our candle's glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
We will be
Impassionate and delicate
Oh, we can see
All that God has given
It's surreal
Oh surreal
We are the dark romantics
The dark romantics in our candle's glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Autor(es): ASHTON NYTE
