We could be perfect one last night,
Die like star crossed lovers when we fight.
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 that 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 one 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 apparation

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.