My love, my love,
from stars, up above
is a bird, is a dove,
the angel, from up above.
My heart, my heart,
broken and bleeding from the start,
like a fiddle, plays the part,
while its bleeding from the start.
Its\'s him, it\'s him,
when the lights, start to dim,
the devils smile, waits awhile,
when the the lights, start to dim.