The birds on a wire are watching me,
As I stumble away from the crime and its scene.
Into open arms,
We embrace a new symmetry.
Breathless, you whisper,
You've always needed me to feel complete.
So bathe me in fire,
Make me clean.
My heart falters still,
As I fall to my knees.
You were the killer of hearts that I'd seen,
You throw to the wind all the love you'd received.
All the love you'd received.
I drove to the preacher, and he told me:
No form of penance would ever absolve me.
I was not forgiven for all the things that I'd done.
Breathless, you whisper,
You love me, you'd be the only one who ever could.
So bathe me in fire,
Make me clean.
My heart falters still,
As I fall to my knees.
You were the killer of hearts that I'd seen,
You throw to the wind all the love you'd received.
So make me a killer, the best that you've seen.
I wanted the heart that you'd taken from me,
I tried to breathe deep, but the fire filled my lungs,
And I couldn't forget all the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.
All the things that I'd done.