Heartache and handgrenades.
Are the reason I'm dead.
Candles and air raids.
No life left between the things that I've said
Arson and words in red ink.
Keep me up at night
Blood that flows in the sink.
Poised and ready to shed light.
In a world full of red.
I only see blue.
If only my legs didn't feel like lead.
Maybe I would've been able to save you.
From a life of crimson and clover.
I couldn't and now it's already over.
"Bring me here, your heart of stone. And with it I'll give you a heart of flesh."
