Love throw a line On you and me Just before the blood runs into the valley Let's write a story of, a title wave We run out of luck, we run out of days We run out of gas, hundred miles away From a station There's a war and a plague yeah, smoke and

Hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long Feel us breathe upon your face Feel our shift, every move we trace Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah Luck runs... And you crawl out again But your luck runs out