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