Our Lady Of Sorrows

 

We could be perfect one last night 
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight 
And we can settle this affair 
If you would shed your yellow take my hand 
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way

Stand up fucking tall 
Don't let them see your back 
And take my fucking hand 
and never be afraid again 

We've only got once chance to put things at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights 
You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes 
I'll make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition 

Stand up fucking tall 
Don't let them see your back 
And take my fucking hand 
And never -

Trust, you said 
Who put the words in your head 
Oh how wrong we were to think 
That immortality meant never dying 

Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking hand

Stand up fucking tall 
Don't let them see your back 
And take my fucking hand 
And never be afraid again
 

(Ah)
Just because my hands around your throat