I Should Have Called Ms. Glen

Why did September take them away from me?
 So hear me now, my silver goddess; for you I am your knight of swords
 Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away
 So teach me how to say our last goodbyes
 Teach me how to die
 I bet you'll love me more when I am gone
 And there must be another way out
 Fear not my brothers, there will be salvation
 Won't you go for a ride? Let's drink a Cerveza
 Won't you go for a ride? And shed our ways
 So hear me now, my silver goddess; I swear one day you'll be at my doorway
 Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away
 So teach me how to say our last goodbyes
 Won't you please...
 Won't you teach me how to die?
 Won't you love me more when I am gone?
 Once we shed our wings, is this what you call love?