Covered the carcass of time with flowers   To send the scent of blame to the grave   Set the darkest thoughts on fire   And watched the ashes climb to heaven's gates      We hide behind the crimson door   While the summer is killed by the fall   Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings   Your love will be the death of me, death of me   Your love will be the death of me      Death served wine for lovers   Brought from the world where devils reign   And intoxicated angels with sorrow   They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves      We hide behind the crimson door   While the summer is killed by the fall   Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings   Your love will be the death of me, death of me   Your love will be the death of me      We hide behind the crimson door   While the summer is killed by the fall   Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings   Your love will be the death of me, death of me   Your love will be the death of me      We hide behind the crimson door   While the summer is killed by the fall   Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings   Your love will be the death of me, death of me   Your love will be the death of me      We hide behind the crimson door   We hide behind the crimson door   We hide behind the crimson door   We hide behind the crimson door