got a faded photographnburned at one edgenlit that fire when you thought love was deadnnsign it with an autographnEx's and Oh'snthere is no love left in those sepia tonesntell me what you want nyour family and friends thinknwe can't pretendnwe can't be friendsnto make amends with the end nnwhite like a wedding gownnjust dye it blackngifts from the registrynguess we'll give them backnnand i burnt the picturesnof a then blushing bridenbut now there's nothing but a house to dividentell me that you want itnjust for old times sakenwe can't agreento disagreenhear my plea and move onnntell me that you love anothernbut you still love menyou can go to hellnit'll suit you wellnit'll match your cold black heartnyour cold black heart. n