Tell me when the world is ending
You won't be there, still pretending
I was just someone you would love to love
But never love

I know people without substance
Will fill themselves with substances
But then, honey child
There was us, there still is

I will [bad word] Gunning trough the years
Hunting heart [bad word] fear

I am still haunting down the roads
I know of the [bad word] That begs and burns below

Tell me how the stars exploded
Heaven caved in, earth corroded
I was still breaking my body in
When you first touched me

I know people will say
We've thrown our lives away
But is there a trail to salvation
Or salvation anyway

Their love laughs at locksmiths
We're smashing trough the windows
Of delicate dream homes
I feel so crowded alone

The empathy of breaking chains
The sympathy in crashing waves
Careful boy, caution girl
I do not think we were meant for this world

Forever haunted
By the roads I know
And if not above
I'll see you below