Your three sides of my eight sided circle, two lovers, juxtaposed with doorways,
Broken window frames, color her eyes in with black lines,
Let it all run down, let it all run down,
It's one way to afford for a horizon, Cause in my opinion
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 linings
We approach the streets with a clear conscience we'll survive.
Let it all fall down, let it all fall down
It's one way to afford for a horizon, and not to mention,
It's one way to say we're abandoned, and we don't belong here at all,
And romance just is...
Slow it all down, the damage is done,
Play the music loud, don't make a sound,
Lets raise a toast to a sad story, in a dirty cup, in a dirty cup,
You made it, you made it hurt so bad,
You made it hurt, so bad.
With a little poison we can burn this whole place down, to the ground again...