So tell me dear (tell me dear), can your heart still break If it's already stopped beating? She doesn't know, she doesn't know the kiss of death. Black is black and love is, love is death. Black cats, Black hearts, the wicked never rest. I curse the day

You cool your bed-warm hands down On the broken radiator, And when you laid them freezing on me, I mumble can you wake me later. But I don't really want you to stop, And you know it so it doesn't stop you, And run your hands from my neck to my chest.