We want to look bad
But we don't want to look back
In the faces of faith
Filled in disgrace
And the pain.

Our heart like a red rose on fire,
We've burned it like nothing we've ever pretend,
That's not the happy end of the story we'll never forget.

We want to look good,
Only when we speak face to face with the gun.
No responce, the trigger will make us fade away.
Fade away, Just fade away.