Innocent, her tiny wrists
Are tying down an endlessness
Lingering in an abyss
A broken heart cannot resist

A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in

Lost within our hotel room
I kiss your neck and leave a bruise
Time drags me away from you
But won't put me down or
Cut me loose

A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in

We'll never ride their
Prison line