You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass You whisper down through history and echo through these halls But I hate to tell you, love's gonna conquer all I saw you on the news today

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it