Were it all had meaning, were we fell in love for the first time

It erupts in nights like this, tangled in the simplicity of...

Some far off distant evening with hearts filled to the brim

with good intentions and the sweetest of tragedy

I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head

Arms spread wide like Jesus, without the heart

or cowardice, or mouthful of easy answers

Headlong we pace into the killing fields

Born of fevers and the brooding night sweats

and the war about to be waged

Stop crying, just give me the keys

I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head

Stop crying, just give me the fucking keys

Headlong into the killing fields

These days I am becoming bulletproof

The bells are ringing, it's the end of the line

I'm becoming your fears

I'm becoming every broken heart

I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head