This story of love isn’t new,
But what I tell you is true.
(Chorus)
Two Cowards sat upon a hill.
Two Cowards held the sun.
Two Cowards loved and laughed.
Now see the cowards run.
The hill was much too high.
The sun was much too bright.
Their love was much too weak.
Their laughter turned to fright.
See the hill turn into dust.
See the darkness steal the sun.
See how love has turned to hate.
See the cowards run.
And run… and run… and run… and run…
Once upon a long lovely time,
A love real as wind was won.
May your smile warm at how it starts,
But cool as those two became none.
And fade as those two became none.
(Chorus repeats)