Every night
You wrote another line
With a bloody, broken, bottle
And every day
You wish it away
Why don't you pull the pin
On that grenade
You cuddle

I wanted to believe
Bodies swinging from trees [bad word] to stand
With your head in your hands
stoic last stand
Of a dying man

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world [bad word] in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

Every night
The questions poured out
Of your wounded eyes [bad word] dark things
Every day
You used to pray
Listen to the black raven sing
You wanted to believe
As you were falling to your knees [bad word] to stand
With your life in your hands
The sad last stand
Of a broken man

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world [bad word] in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

And the questions pour out
And the questions pour out
I did not understand
I did not understand
I did not understand
I did not understand
The sound of you falling
I did not understand
As the trembling heart of a man
Did not understand
The sound of a trembling heart