Shoot a lonely gun into the morning
Echoes ripple back
Like some kind of warning

Don’t know what you’d do if you hit the mark
Should have though about that
Back before the start

Tables turn reveal
What’s hidden deepest
Now that you are free
You tell all your secrets [bad word] the moment you barely put up a fight
You don’t give a [bad word] If it is wrong or right

‘Cause every time
I’m looking for a sign
You go and cross the [bad word] on and cross the line

You’re not mine but tell me
What’s the crime in wanting
Cross the [bad word] on and cross the line