They say you pick everything you find
I guess what they say is [bad word] 
Now all my roses have fallen behind
I'm left with bloody thorns from you

Lust is easy love is hard
You flatter those you scarcely know
You please the fleeting guest
And deal out thoughtless blows
To the one who loves you the most

I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the ground
I give you all my power
You give me nothing but your broken crown
I teach your pain how to sing
You teach me why I leave what I have found
I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the . . .

You shed a little light and then you cave in on me
The villain begs the hero to choose

From the dust and dogs of empty days
The silence whistles memories of you

Oh [bad word] lover quickly go
Scrape the surface you're a skipping stone
And when you disappear I'm better off with tears
Than knowing I was always alone

I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the ground
I give you all my power
You give me nothing but your broken crown
I teach your pain how to sing
You teach me why I leave what I have found
I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the . . .

You push me to the ground
Push me to the . . .
Push me to the ground
Push me to the . . .

I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the ground
I give you all my power
You give me nothing but your broken crown
I teach your pain how to sing
You teach me why I leave what I have found
I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and push me to the . . .

Push me to the . . .
Push me to the ground