Part vii

Who knew that love was just a crying game?
Who counts the seconds in between our pain?
Who knew that love was like a dying game?
Who counts the seconds in between our shame?

I know, I saw God
With a halo and a handgun
Oh, I saw love is the cupid on the handbook
Oh, I saw you in a memory, you know
And all my questions were answers

Waiting for yesterday
Waiting for yesterday

Falling, I’m flying
I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you
I’m waiting for yesterday
Waiting for yesterday

And I know, I saw God
With a halo and a handgun
Oh, I saw love is the cupid on the handbook
Oh, I saw you in a memory, you know
And all my questions were answers

Falling, I’m flying
I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, without you I’m falling
I’m flying, I’m dreaming, I’m dying
Oh, darling, darling, darling, darling