We bleed ourselves in vain How tragic is this game? Turn around, I'm holding on to someone But the love is gone Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone Knowing that we nearly fell so far now It's hard to tell.
Seconds from my heart A bullet from the dark Helpless, I surrender Shackled by your love Holding me like this With poison on your lips Only when it's over The silence hits so hard.
When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you About you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you About you
