Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand and never be afraid again
Just because my hand's around your throat (doesn't mean I don't love you)
Well, I felt I couldn't take another day inside this place
From silent dreams we never wake and in this promise that we'll make
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear you anyway
I dragged her down I put her out
And back there I left her where no one could see
And lifeless cold into this well
I stared as this moment was held for me
Hand in mine, into your ice blues
And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition, too"
I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets
And you can't touch my brother
And you can't keep my friends
Yeah, we're not working out
And we're not working out
This time I mean it
Never mind the times I've seen it
And these words changing nothing as your body remains
And there's no room in this Hell, there's no room in the next
But does anyone notice
there's a corpse in this bed?
This day, someday, we kept falling down
One day, this day, all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again
It would never end
Well, I thought I heard you say to me
"We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away"
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
And these thoughts of endless night (Can you stake my heart?)
(Bring us back into the light)
Can you stake my heart? (And this venom from my heart)
And these thoughts of endless night (Can you stake my heart?)
So I'll spend my time with strangers
A condition and it's terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it's coming to a close
We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall
As lead rains will pass on through
Our phantoms forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame
We're burning forever and ever
Know how much I want to show you
You're the only one
Like a bed of roses
There's a dozen reasons in this gun
Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand and never be afraid again
Just because my hand's around your throat (doesn't mean I don't love you)
And we can run from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels
At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors
As they stared us down when we met in the emergency room
And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines
Hand in mine, into your ice blues
And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition, too"
I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets