Adoration

Silver tear drops
fall from a cold winter sky,
and with this disenchanting urge,
I feel like I could just about die.
Fingertips to my skin
and sin pressed under my thumb,
I feel as you rip me apart,
but you act like we're in love.

Your heart, a million miles away
but pulses right across the street.
I can't even begin to trust you
if you won't believe in me.
And our jaws hit the floor
as our lies become undone.
I couldn't utter a truth
when I say that we're in love.

Call our connection a whisper
but pretend it's a scream.
Pretend that we are something special,
something more than you and me.
We're a match made in Hell,
with smiles send from above.
We can call this adoration
but we could never call it love.