Innocent, her tiny wrists
Are tying down an endlessness
Lingering in an abyss
A broken heart cannot resist

A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in, don't let it in
Don't let it in

Lost within our hotel room
I kiss your neck and leave a bruise
Time drags me away from you
But won't put me down or cut me loose

A buried past is flowering
Around the church of suffering
Don't let it in, don't let it in
Don't let it in

We'll never ride their prison line
We'll never ride their prison line