Where it all had meaning

Where 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 purpose

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