Who shot that arrow in your throat?   Who missed the crimson apple?   It hung heavy on the tree above your head      This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect   Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars      Gloria,   We lied, we can't go on   This is the time and this is the place to be alive      Who shot that arrow in your throat?   Who missed the crimson apple?   And there is discord in the garden tonight      The sea is wine red   This is the death of beauty   The doves have died   The lovers have lied      I cut the arrow from your neck   Stretched you beneath the tree   Among the roots and baby's breath   I covered us with silver leaves      Gloria,   We lied, we can't go on   This is the time and this is the place to be alive      The sea is wine red   This is the death of beauty   The doves have died   The lovers have lied      The sea is wine red   This is the death of beauty   The doves have died   The lovers have lied      The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)   This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)   The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)   The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)