After the forest fire
Among the black trees
Among the carcasses
I found your gold key
And when your father called
Hid in the deadwood
And all the birds flew up
I thought they understood

Uh oh, your hands were tied
Uh oh, the storm [bad word] 
Uh oh, with midnight eyes
Uh oh, we played with guns

Uh oh, your hands were tied
Uh oh, the storm [bad word] 
Uh oh, midnight eyes
Uh oh, we played with guns

It was the day before
The day before this
And we had party plans
And party dresses
Out on a crowded street
And I talked a man down
He wanted peace in death
He wore a gold crown

Uh oh, your hands were tied
Uh oh, the storm [bad word] 
Uh oh, with midnight eyes
Uh oh, we played with guns

Uh oh, your hands were tied
Uh oh, the storm [bad word] 
Uh oh, with midnight eyes
Uh oh, we played with guns