Cold hearted woman, you're a killer.
Like I always knew you would be.
Betrayed me from the start, is there no precious heart?
That you won't deceive.

Rome exists in heaven like a ghost town,
a ghost town in a desert red as clay.
I saw it crystal clear, as I took my last breath there.
And now, only you know why.

Heaven, Heaven,
heaven is a ghost town in the sky,
Heaven, Heaven,
heaven in a desert and it's a lie.

Only four days deep across the salt flats,
there's a buried statue of Saint Anthony.
Buried by someone who would never make it home,
and now, he's not the only one.

Heaven, Heaven,
heaven is a ghost town in the sky,
Heaven, Heaven,
heaven in a desert, don't you cry.

The desert aint no place to hide a secret.
For those who don't remember history,
In an old canteen, where the water should have been,
was the wine that sealed my fate.