In the spring we made a boat. Out of feathers, out of bones.. We set fire to our homes. Walking barefoot in the snow.. Distant rhythm of the drum. As we drifted towards the storm..
Cold dark sea. Wrapping it's arms around me. Pulling me down to the deep. All eyes on me.. I push you away. Although I wish you could stay. So many words left unsaid.
Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away. And maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it. Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad... bad person. Well, baby I know.
Taking over this town, they should worry. But these problems aside I think I taught you well.. That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run..