when the moment finally comes
i could be the trigger
you could be the gun
that blows out the back
of my skull

when a better day arrives
i could be the winner
you could be the prize
that i can't pretend to have won

twilight is falling
the locusts are calling your name

when the devil's on the prowl
i can be the mortar
you can be the trowel
we could patch up
the cracks in our hearts

twilight is falling
the locusts are calling your name