Copyright - Omnicide Lyrics
Wedding bells as heard from a busClanging bells, they ring for the two of usWhen they're through with usUp in the sky, threatening cloud drifts byEloped so soon, hope there's no typhoonOn our honeymoonKids casting stones wave to the shipWith a moan and a shudder, we're fast on our tripWhat future awaits, we're ready to braveWhatever our fate from here to the graveThe ocean, once azure, is quite blacker than beforeAnd we are far from any shoreThe cries of the gulls make a lullabyeDay comes too soonOn our honeymoon