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 this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by trees
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 were we to think that immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking

Stand up fucking tall don't let them see your back and take
My fucking hand and never be afraid again

Just because my hands are around your throat