I met my love at a funeral
  I'm tired of good-byes and burials
  Friends I have known
  Some I just met
  Standing around
  It's hard to forget - now isn't it?
  
  The war started in Bethlehem
  A quarrel between holy men
  Rocket's red glare
  Night without end
  Burning my eyes
  It's hard to forget - now isn't it?
  
  And if our cells are our destiny
  I want to be free of biology
  You are my friend
  But I hurt you, too
  It is not what
  I intended to do
  I saw my love by the restaurant
  Diggin' for home fries in a garbage can
  Ice cream and cake
  Sweetness and light
  A bottle of wine
  Now that would be nice - wouldn't it?