-Panic! At The Disco-
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues
Conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me, let me go
If you love me, let me go
Because these words are knives
And often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
Truth be told, I never was yours
The fear of feelling falling apart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds
Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
And bury me alive
Because I won't give up without a fight
If you love me, let me go
If you love me, let me go
Because these words are knives
And often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
Truth be told, I never was yours
The fear of feelling falling apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of feelling falling apart
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
The fear of falling apart...
