Well I used to cry every day but I won't look back, no
Way
I run to you and you run away with your songs of death
Getting in the way

Shoot us down
Under the ground …

And when I look back, look away a crack in the mirror
Sheds a tear, we'll sing our songs to the fruitless moon
As I follow a map of my inner room

Shoot us down
Under the ground …
Tie my leg to a rope throw me over the edge of a boat
And sail away, while the night gently covers us