You and I pace along the grass
And think of what we had
Ambivalent and young
We're probably just dumbThe truth is that it hurts
And what's it really worth?
No hope and no futureHolding a gun to my head
So send me an angel
Or bury me deep where you stand
With demons to lean onIn the sky, it's never coming back
No hope and no future
We'll die the same loser
Holding a gun to my head
So send me an angel
Or bury me deep where you stand
With demons to lean onNo, from it all
Not at all, at all, at all, at all
No, from it all
Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all,Holding a gun to my head
So send me an angel
Or bury me deep where you stand
With demons to lean onHolding a gun to my head
So send me an angel
Or bury me deep where you stand
With demons to lean on
Holding a gun to my head
Holding a gun to my head
Holding a gun to my head
With demons to lean on
