AFI - Tied To A Tree

In the blackest hole
Hid the whitest hare
With his pale, pink eyes
You knew were once mine
Bound by dying stars
To a burning tree
You give searing stares
Tied up by your hair

Where we used to meet
To see how we would look
In the dying light

Down the blackest hole
Chase the wraith and flee
For his pale pink eyes
Still belong to me
By a dying star
To a burning tree
You were bound by your hair
And I left you there

Where we used to meet
To see how we would look
In the dying light
Where we used to meet
To see how good you look
In my dying light

There with me
With the whitest hare
With me
In the blackness
With the pink eyes
In the blackest hole

Where we used to meet
To see how we would look
In the dying light
Where we used to meet
To see how good you look
In my dying light

Where we used to meet
To see how we would look
In the dying light