Piles of roses at my feet,. Friends and lovers gather around me,. Whisper farewell one by one,. Clear their conscience as they surround me.. . Close your eyes, you will be okay..
She speaks to me in Persian. Tells me that she loves me. The girl with golden eyes. And though I hardly know her. I let her in my veins. And trust her with my life.
Just a gang of four. Got each other's back. Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack. . Tearin' up the world. Put ourselves through hell. Just to have a story we can tell.