You wear guilt
Like shackles on your feet
Like a halo in reverse

I can feel
The [bad word] in your seat
And in your head it's worse

There's a pain
famine in your heart
An aching to be free

Can't you see
All love's luxuries
Are here for you an me

And when our worlds
They fall apart
When the [bad word] tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it

Bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms

And when our worlds
They fall apart
When the [bad word] tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it.