Buried In Verona

This tragedy of the rising sun marks the curse of another day without you
The dream betrays, day by day its sails far away
Pull the wings of butterflies and turn the water black
I carve your name across my chest as we looked down from the cliffs
And threw our bodies down, down upon the rocks
And if I ever wake, tie this anchor around my neck
I will not sink without you, I'll sink alone