We could be perfect for one last night
And die like star crossed lovers when we fight
We could settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow
Take my hand and then
We’ll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge
Please understand that it has to be this way and
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 chance to put things at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we’re not celebrities
We spark and fade
They die by threes
I’ll make you understand
And you can trade me for an apparition
Stand up fucking tall
Don’t let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never…
Trust
You said
Who put the words in your head?
Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying
Stand…
Take my fucking hand…
Take my fucking…
Stand up fucking tall
Don’t let them see your back
Take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hand’s around your throat…