Death by love
At the crime scene
Sixteen
Candles are lit in a row
Maybe it's coincidence
An accidental incident
It's buried in these hands
That you hold
Cold

Private Dicks and FBI
This don't look like suicide
The entry wound is tainted
By the fragments of his shirt
Call the morgue and CSI
I think this might be homicide
Judging the trajectory
That's angled from his gun
Oh, burning every feeling down
Dark and dreary
oh, burning every feeling down

My dear God in heaven I pray
We aren't gathered today
To mourn the loss
Of someone we love
My dear God in heaven I stray
I've turned my faith away
And now I'm lost, dying for love

Deputies and clergymen
The killer strikes us yet again
The pieces of this puzzle
Must have vanished
With the clues
Call the Feds and CIA
I think there might be foul play
Fingerprint the weapon
Clean the blood on your shoes
Oh, burning every feeling down
Dark and dreary
Oh, burning every feeling down

Maybe we're the killers
In the mirror
When the sun and stars appear
Don't make
Don't break the secret
Maybe we're the victims
Of ourselves
With these feelings that we felt
Don't make
Don't break the secret