The night will come
And rip away
Her wings of innocence through every word we say
Maybe it's time
To spit out the core of our rotting union
Hopefully before it chokes
Us to our sensesGuess it's too bad
That everything we have
Is taken awaySwim in the smoke
The hero will drown
Intoxicating beauty tears everything down
But still our hands are
Bound at the wrist
This romantic tragedy is suffocating from your fist
In a sea of fireGuess it's too bad
That everything we have
Is taken awayHero, hero, this word you'll never knowGuess it's too bad
That everything we have
Is taken away
Away, away, away. They're taking it away
Composição: Story of the Year.
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