I put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic - and they're so

nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame - here i am,

like a crooked little lamb - so breathless - the world is trying to stop and

the night is still - and it's still "if you only knew:" - like an hour of

doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy - so crazy, as

we feel afire - just forgive me the bad weather - there's no love without

faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so

would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be -

tonight - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was

meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be