Our Love Is Like Death Row

Laying it by me
Lay your sweaty hand
Don't speak my name anymore
You have been forbidden
You will testify to the once hidden crime
You will soon kiss the ground, six feet underground

Our love is like death row
Awaiting [?]
Awaiting the cold
Awaiting the doors will open our eyes. [?]
Cause you will acquaintance

If I could distinguish, distinguish it through a painting
There would be a shade of light
The sky would be harlequin against a majestic tide
If love was as easy as the stages of death
If only so easy, perhaps we would be able to rekindle

Our love was like death row
Hanging by a rope, swinging to grim fires
The final times, we have awaited
Awaited the cold
The doors have opened, we wait alone