The Dark Romantics - The Awakening

We are the Dark Romantics

The Dark Romantics in our candle’s glow

We are the Dark Romantics

and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh!

Go!

The photograph child

holds her head in shame

While the Crystal Wilde

fears a statue with no name

The velvet touch

of the warmest mystery

Is where our kind

welcomes serenity

We are the Dark Romantics

The Dark Romantics in our candle’s glow

We are the Dark Romantics

and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh

oh

Your eyes are shut

to the world that we hold dear

You mock the way we paint ourselves

You mock our Theatre tears

We bow in love

I know the Angels smile

Drinking on emotion

Lighting altar fires

We are the Dark Romantics

The Dark Romantics in our candle’s glow

We are the Dark Romantics

and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be

Passionate, delicate

Oh we can see

all that God has given

It’s surreal

Surreal

(surreal)

The photograph child

holds her head in shame

While the Crystal Wilde

fears a statue with no name

Oh, we are the Dark Romantics

The Dark Romantics in our candle’s glow

We are the Dark Romantics

and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be

Passionate, delicate

Oh, we can see

all that God has given

It’s surreal

Oh, surreal

(surreal)

We are the Dark Romantics

The Dark Romantics in our candle’s glow

We are the Dark Romantics

and our dreams are where the poets go.

The dark romantics

Step away, oh

Step away from me