We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight we can settle this affair you would shed your yellow take my hand And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity This riddle of revenge please understand it has to this way
Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back And take my fucking hand And never be afraid again
We've only got one to put this at an end and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights You said not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition
Stand fucking tall Don't let them see your back And take my fucking hand And never
Trust, said Who put the words in your head Oh how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never
Stand Take my fucking hand Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall Don't them see your back And take my fucking hand And never be afraid again