And what we were, and what we are, If I could, take you there, You won't have to wonder what we are, I can pretend that I don't see you, If I could, for just one night, to be with you, to make it right, Is hidden, in the scars, Cause you wont have to

Addicted to a memory Holding on to what we used to be We are, we are violent chemistry Love has taken us as far as we Can reach, but I can't leave We are, we are imagine ecstasy We are, we are in love enemies We are sentimental slaves on broken knees

On 22nd Street All the years, since bittersweet The falling leaves will tumble to defeat 22nd was the place I met the girl of dreams A bright sunny day in November Such a beautiful sight staring right back at me Are chapters in a fairy tale That still

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? Are you lonesome tonight Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called

All we are is broken glass Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last And all we are are empty shells Try to pick us up you’re gonna cut yourself We didn’t know it couldn’t go on forever We believe that we can go on forever You’re gonna cut yourself

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Got the club goin' crazy Is you somebody's baby? If you, we gon' need it, baby Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes on you All these bitches, but my

Gravity don't mean too much to me Run away like it was yesterday I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away from here You're gonna be the one left standing And we could run away If we could run away, I gotta bulletproof heart

Wake me up when September ends Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost

I said, "It's High Green, mate Via Hillsborough, please" We'll ask if we can have six in If not we'll have to have two Well, you're coming up our end, aren't you? So I'll get one with you Won't he let us have six in? Especially not with the food He could

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on