In Love (In Theory)

Paradise painted over
With the ice of lovers
Swallowed whole, cupid's arrow
Magical and in peril

So come out, hands up sweetly
You're surrounded completely

No one sleeps with eyes of glowing days
Can it be that snipers make mistake?
Follow through at night the arrow lands
It all looks good on paper so shake hands

Paradise
Seen through a sniper's lens
Angels sign
A contract on your head

Now I see with eyes of glowing days
Can it be you'll turn and walk away?