Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom, we're bloodshot and beat And never so alive But I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back We'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again ♪ Now look at you all torn up I left you waiting to bleed I guess the truth works two ways Maybe the truth's not what we need And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back We'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again ♪ But in my cold arms You don't sleep In my cold arms Your fear beats In my cold arms You stay