Lyrics

Fields of blue, skies of green
Velvet gloves and gasoline
Tell me fate, what are you made of?

Silver bells and shotgun shells
and pretty maids who kiss and...
tell me faith, have you betrayed us?

The comedy i create
Will it all end in hate
or love?

Wedding plans and invitations
and premature congratulations
Don't have to say what i'm afraid of

The comedy i create
Will it all end in hate
or love?