Lovers with desolate hearts;
no true point to prove.
A great sense of irreparable despair;
Lovers on the move.
She walks on the highway;
serenading the streets with her stride.
Breaking hearts with reckless abandon
and no more feelings left to hide.
She steps on the hearts of men
And crushes those of the girls.
She holds up a gun in the air
And send the bullets flying in whirls.
A great aim;
Shots fired.
But she missed me,
Perhaps She's grown tired.
After all,
How many roads can you destroy
With all your careless floods?
How many more buckets can you fill
With all this ash-soaked blood?
