Were it all had meaning
Were 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 cowardice
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