This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memoriesOh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heartThe gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yetIf you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apartOh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heartThis is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable...
