Tied To A Tree

In the blackest hole Hid the whitest hare With his pale, pink eyes You knew were once mine Bound by dying stars To a burning tree You give searing stares Tied up by your hair Where we used to meet To see how we would look In the dying light Down the blackest hole Chase the wraith and flee For his pale pink eyes Still belong to me By a dying star To a burning tree You were bound by your hair And I left you there Where we used to meet To see how we would look In the dying light Where we used to meet To see how good you look In my dying light There with me With the whitest hair With me In the blackness With the pink eyes In the blackest hole Where we used to meet To see how we would look In the dying light Where we used to meet To see how good you look In my dying light Where we used to meet To see how it would look In the dying light --- Tied to a Tree - AFI