Who shot that arrow in your throat?   Who missed the crimson apple?   Well 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 deat of beauty   The doves have died   The lovers have lied      I caught the arrow from your neck   Stretched you beneath the tree   Along the roots and baby's breath    They 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   This is the death of beauty   The doves have died   The lovers have lied