• We loved like roses entangled,
    we fled like lovers denied.
    We died as only heroes could,
    our names were Bonnie and Clyde.

    Our killings will be remembered,
    for their brutal ways.
    But life is tough and waning,
    we live on borrowed days.

    We halt for no man or posse,
    time waits for no poor soul.
    Today will end tomorrow,
    another ace in the hole.

    Another dawn will follow,
    and blood will spill on dust.
    For you do what you can in this life,
    and we, we did what we must.

    There are no words of sadness,
    and regret is in the past.
    We live this life as best we can,
    and know it will not last.

    We hold each other closely,
    each night before we rest.
    Knowing deep inside,
    yesterday was always best.

    But tomorrow comes unchanging,
    and the next will be the same.
    We'll run, we'll fight, and maybe die,
    to go back from whence we came.

    And if today don't kill us,
    and tomorrow treats us well.
    We'll dream of heaven fleeting,
    as we toast our friends in hell.

    We cannot ever go back,
    to the days before our fall.
    We remember a life so distant,
    What is left, nothing at all.

    Oh furies and gods united,
    oh saints and goddesses fair.
    Show me a world worth saving,
    a world that is always fair.

    Where lovers can love unfettered,
    and sinners are far from thought.
    Where we can find a purpose,
    so that this wasn't all for not.

    Maybe tomorrow will be different,
    perhaps better on the other side.
    But we know this isn't the case,
    for our departed Bonnie and Clyde.