Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Even though you want it
You really shouldn't think about it
Treason is a topic
It's a tar pit to preserve alone
Can you live like a crow?
There's your answer
As you pick at my bones
With your friends and their barren tounges won't fill your lungs
Chorus
(Love tends to dry in hands that don't try)
And you can find it in a heartbeat, and
leave it tangled in the bed sheets
You burn your bridges in the backseat
then show up widowed on the high street
Verse 2
Come on say you've done it
Though we don't have to talk about it
The stains left on the carpet
Scream loud enough for all to know
Do your legs fail the floor?
There's your answer
A mistake with a sword
Needs a ransom
But you've got no jazz to have the cash
Chorus
In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak.
Oh so bittersweet