In the valley o´ love near the sea of despair
There in the cottage you´ll find what your owed
Sitting in a jar by the door
Now go and play nicely the hounds on the run
No loosing face in the rain

Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds on a holy day

Captivation at first then a sink filled with bile
Millions of countries in thousands of towns are watching like it´s
Happened before
Let spirits be lifted again and again imagine that it´s just a chore

Two hopeful lovers in a time without TV
Killing each other with their minds
On a holy
Days like the old ones that we knew and the perfume

Made with red roses from the yard in the valley of love