N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

Only fools go through Jokers in the pack, shot me in the back Well how about that? I just wanna hold you, hold on tight Walking through the darkness I hear the host trumpets cry Oh I thought we'd live forever (Only fools go through) Now I'm in a few

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life And I don't want to mess this thing up So baby

Away from the light of the sun Away, I find what is real Expose the dark side When there is nothing Awakening emotional Impossible to tame Shot for shot Let the bullet penetrate me It breaks life

Thank God even crazy dreams come true There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you Hello, you long shots, you dark-horse runners Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers Hello, you wild magnolias just waiting to bloom I've stood at the bottom of

Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun aiming at my heart I’ve been dodging bullets, I’ve been hiding in the dark Sawed off double barrel, trigger happy as could be Cupid’s got a shotgun and he’s pointing it at me Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago Turns

Shot through the heart as I lay there alone in the dark Through the heart it's all part of the game we call love Didn't somebody somewhere say I gave you everything Now here's the curtain call Shot through the heart it's all part of the game we call love

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad

The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain