| "Crown of Thorns" | |
| High hopes are on the ropes. Sweet dreams aren't what they seem. Plain sailing means winds are failing. Words, empty words. Love does not conquer all. Love, what's the point of it all? Love is a bloody crown of thorns. Off the rails, he moans and wails. Up the wall, he wants to fall. Over the edge all hope is dead. Words, empty words, empty words. | |