We could be perfect
one last night
and die like star-crossed lovers
when we fight
and we can 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
it has to be this way
Stand up fucking tall
don't let them see your back
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
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
and take my fucking hand
and never be afraid again
Just because my hand's
around your throat
