In the beginning when they were young
She took another man into her fold
While her man still there
Pulled out his hair
Until he looked very old

She was the sound of the soul
And he was the keeper of death
As romantic and as dramatic as that can be
She was much to young
For the serious to come

A flighty little flit was she
With a head full of steam
And as high as it could be
The love was not in her
To bow to his breath

She would leave the dramatic castle
I believe for the love of the lore
Which then became a hassle
So she back to the castle to live her life more
But she had a bun in the oven that wasn't there before

And Death as romantic as he could be
Over looked her little impropriety
But he was wounded by her new life
Which he then used as a weapon
To hurt her in fight

And when she could take
The hurt of his no more
She found another set of arms to adore
With the same situation as she'd lived before
So again she went back to the castle door

As odd as you think it might be
Once again a repeat of history
This time Death was hurt two times more
With the breath of the son and the labeling of whore
There was no fix just the sound of the roar

Now add a small note of this walk back of then
The attention of the lover
While Death would just float
Because she was always on the phone
With her new musical note

Well Death is a lover
Who always feels prime
And with no love from the soul
He felt the need for a mime
To fill up where soul could give him no time

They say what goes around comes around
And this is the fact of that deed
The whole of their life they wasted their need
To love one another to get through bad air
And now Death wants to move in his new girlfriend

He brings her around
Because fine is her weather
And the fighting goes on when he and soul are together
Because soul cannot seem to understand
That who she was taking care of was never her man

And now she thinks he's done a dirty deed
And refuses to own the fact of her seed
That it was filled with poison and not handled with care
That there is now nothing to weather and he doesn't care
He wants her ass out to move his new girl in for care

And cry now she does to me
And God I can't help her but only feel sorry
That she wouldn't listen to the advice she did solicit before
To treat him a little better and understand him more
Because Death just took a holiday and now the soul is really sore

A stand down for all intense purpose
But by no means the end of the war