I've got love on my mind 
and blood on my hands 
But I'm still terrified 
of your wistful glance
So shiver for you 
you tremble for me 
step on your shoes 
trip on your heels

Let the archangel sneer 
at the weights I have shoved away. 
Let him chunk and roar 
if you can't make it go away.

There's so much I don't know 
Like what will [bad word] of us 
But I still don't know 
where you stand.