I met my love at a funeral
I'm tired of good-byes and burials

Of friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget - now isn't it?

The war started in Bethlehem
A quarrel between holy men

Rocket's red glare
Night without end
Burning my eyes
It's hard to forget - now isn't it?

And if our cells are our destiny
I want to be free of biology

You are my friend
But I hurt you, too
It is not what
I intended to do

I saw my love by the restaurant
Diggin' for home fries in a garbage can
Ice cream & cake
Sweetness & light
A bottle of wine
Now that would be nice - wouldn't it?