The Dream Is Dead

Type O Negative

Champagne glass of blood and wine

On chocolate hearts alone I dine

Candles weeping waxing fears

Ten roses for one year- disappear



Arrows faster in my heart

Each memory another dart

Love and death both colored red

Showing my past, my dream is dead



Another lonely Valentine's Day

I can't beleive that things turned

out this way

And though I hate to see you go

I know it must be so

Another lonely Valentine's Day



Nobdy will break your fall

All for non, yeah, none for all

Nothing's so crueal as the truth

Join the Festival of Fools



Nobdy will break your fall

All for non, yeah, none for all

Nothing's so crueal as the truth

Join the Festival of Fools



Another lonely Valentine's Day

I can't beleive that things turned

out this way

And though I hate to see you go

I know it must be so

Another lonely Valentine's Day



The dream is dead.