Lyrics
Stifling isn't it when nature turns
The world in acid flesh
We are the dark romantics, the dark romantics
And in our candles 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 wild
Fears a statue with no name
The velvet touch
Of the warmest mystery
As well our kite
Will come serenity
We are the dark romantics, the dark romantics
And in our candles glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Oh, go
Your eyes are shut
See the world that we hold dear
You mock the way we paint ourselves
You mock our bitter tears
We bow in love
And know the angels smile
Drinking on emotion
And lighting those fires
We are the dark romantics, the dark romantics
And in our candles glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Oh, we will be
Passionate and delicate
Oh, we can see
All that God has given is surreal
Surreal
The photograph child
Holds her head in shame
While the crystal wild
Fears a statue with no name
Oh, we are the dark romantics, the dark romantics
And in our candles glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Oh, we will be
Passionate and delicate
Oh, we can see
All that God has given is surreal
Surreal
We are the dark romantics, the dark romantics
And in our candles glow
We are the dark romantics
And our dreams are where the poets go
Oh, we will be
Passionate and delicate
Oh, we can see
All that God has given is surreal
Surreal
