I'll pretend my heart's not on If you steal my true love's name Broke down subway in this city of spires Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo Our chambers hold silvery collars Gun down werewolves we go We gun down werewolves wherever we go
Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang Creased white pages right from the spine Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine
our fathers on funeral pyres I'm not sure we were playing a game Busted gasket in a field full of liars one noticed we set five boroughs aflame No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
Young blood, young bone Old ghosts go home
Band of gold with a diamond implied You wrote letters that you never sent I made promises I'll always deny Now never know what the other meant
Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk Lost chance to wind the key Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork Our fears are only what we tell them to be Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Drown the last of our matches Burn the rest of each You were strongest when I ached for breath Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
Young blood, young Old ghosts go home Young blood, young bone Old ghosts go home
Young blood, young bone Old ghosts go home Young blood, young bone Old ghosts go home
Young blood, young bone Old ghosts go Young blood, young bone