Well I used to cry every day but I won't look back, no way
I run to you and you run away with your songs of death getting in the way
Shoot us down
under the ground ...
And when I look back, look away a crack in the mirror sheds a tear, we'll sing our songs to the fruitless moon as I follow a map of my inner room
Shoot us down
under the ground ...
tie my leg to a rope throw me over the edge of a boat
and sail away, while the night gently covers us
I run to you and you run away with your songs of death getting in the way
Shoot us down
under the ground ...
And when I look back, look away a crack in the mirror sheds a tear, we'll sing our songs to the fruitless moon as I follow a map of my inner room
Shoot us down
under the ground ...
tie my leg to a rope throw me over the edge of a boat
and sail away, while the night gently covers us