We are the Dark Romantics, The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow We are the Dark Romantics and our dreams are where the poets go.
Oh, Go.
The photograph child, holds her head in shame. While the Crystal Wilde, fears a statue with no name.
The velvet touch, of the warmest mystery. Is where our kind, welcomes serenity.
We are the Dark Romantics, The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow. We are the Dark Romantics, and our dreams are where the poets go.
Oh
Your eyes are shut, to the world that we hold dear. You mock the way we paint ourselves, You mock our Theatre tears.
We bow in love. I know the Angels smile. Drinking on emotion, lighting altar fires.
We are the Dark Romantics, The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow. We are the Dark Romantics, and our dreams are where the poets go.
Oh we will be Passionate, delicate. Oh we will see, all that God has given It's surreal
Surreal (surreal)
The photograph child, holds her head in shame. While the Crystal Wilde, fears a statue with no name.
Oh we are the Dark Romantics The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow We are the Dark Romantics, and our dreams are where the poets go.
Oh, we will be, Passionate, delicate, Oh, we can see, all that God has given It's surreal, Oh, surreal! (surreal)
We are the Dark Romantics, The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow. We are the Dark Romantics and our dreams are where the poets go, Oh.
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