I'll pretend my heart's not on fire 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 wherever we go We gun down werewolves wherever we go
Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang Creased white pages torn right from the spine Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers on funeral pyres I'm not sure that we were playing a game Busted gasket in a field full of liars No 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 we'll never know what the other meant
Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk Lost the 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 other You were strongest when I ached for breath Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
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