AFI - Cold Hands - Текст песни

How I regret what I must do but 
You've left me no choice.
Though I still strain I can't recall 
The beauty of your fey voice.
Now that I've heard come through the 
Walls, a song I've heard many times
I must return all you gave me in the 
Company of swine.
We had found sacred ground
You burnt down.

I thought you sang so tastefully
But now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when
I leave so, please, cut the love song.

How I regret what I must do but 
You must be replaced
For I cannot go on suffering 
Such simple and common tastes.
When you met my eyes you sang 
To me of passion, pain and will.
When I blinked you turned away
To kiss the hand of filth.
We had found sacred ground 
I'll burn down

I thought you sang so tastefully
But now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when
I leave so, please, cut the love song.

Tell me who will hear your voice, 
Your song,
When the smoke has cleared and 
The lights are gone?
Tell me, who appears when I'm gone.

I thought you sang so tastefully
But now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when
I leave so, please, cut the love song.

I thought you sang so tastefully
But now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when
I leave so, please, 
Cut the love song...