you’re three sides of my eight sided circle
two lovers, juxtaposed red doorways.
broken window frames colour her eyes in
with black lines, let it all run down.
let it all run down.
it’s one way to opt for a horizon
and not to mention
it’s one way to say we’re abandoned
and we don’t belong here at all
there’s no explanation or forewarning
underneath all the crimson lining.
we approach the streets with a clear conscience,
we’ll survive, let it all fall down.
let it all fall down.
that’s one way to opt for a horizon,
cause in my opinion,
it’s one way to say were abandoned,
and we don’t belong here at all.
slow it all down, the damage is done.
play the music loud, don’t make a sound.
let’s raise a toast to a sad story,
in a dirty cup, in a dirty cup,
you made it hurt, so bad.
with a little poison we can burn this whole place down, to the ground again.