| You're three sides of my eight sided circle | |
| Two lovers, juxtaposed red doorways. | |
| Broken window frames colour her eyes in with black lines, | |
| Let it all run down. | |
| Let it all run down. | |
| It's one way to opt for a horizon | |
| 'Cause in my opinion | |
| It's one way to say we're abandoned | |
| And we don't belong here at all | |
| There's no explanation or forewarning underneath all the crimson linings. | |
| We approach the streets with a clear conscience, | |
| We'll survive, | |
| Let it all fall down. | |
| Let it all fall down. | |
| It's one way to opt for a horizon, | |
| And not to mention | |
| It's one way to say we're abandoned, | |
| And we don't belong here at all. | |
| And romance just is... | |
| Slow it all down, the damage is done. | |
| Play the music loud, don't make a sound. | |
| Let's raise a toast to a sad story, | |
| In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup, | |
| You made it, you made it hurt so bad. | |
| You made it hurt so bad. | |
| With a little poison we can burn this whole place down to the ground again. |