it's 2am, let this begin
my eyes are bright, my hands are cold
my right hand dripping red and gold
i'll admit i'm hurt and free
despite the present treachery
you tell me that you'll come with me
when i jump the passing train.
i'm scared as hell of life and love
and people who just see the good
but here tonight (only with you)
what fun to get arrested.
i can't see straight, we're high on life
we're tripping on our own flight
you lost your shoes, and he gets the fine
and i lose my mind tonight
these towers lead to heaven
these tunnels lead to light
a cop somewhere is preaching
the drunks, i hear them screeching
we're running and i'm reaching
tell me i'm alive
we're dressed in black to mourn the loss
we're burning furnace, gold and dross
tomorrow find me at the cross
tell me i'm alive
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