Album: Get Hurt (2014)

Stray Paper

You better never tell nobody but God,
All the things I've seen.
From high above this haunted city,
Under elected thrones of thieves.

Where mighty men lay down their hearts
In the service of their queens.
And gave their bodies to be burned
Like I did before your feet.

Like she always tried for me,
Like now she does for me.

And underneath the tyranny of august and her sons,
Who sent fire from their fingertips in the holy vow of a teenage kiss.
Now we're much too old for this,
And I don't feel those kinds of things.

So don't you cry for me,
I used to feel everything.

Oh but love... (run, run, run)
Oh but love... (run, run, run)
Oh but love... Love, love, love becomes...
Oh but love... Love, love, love becomes...
Love, love, love becomes...
Love, love, love becomes...
And all my love becomes...
And all my love, my love...
Became blood on stray paper.
Became blood on stray paper.
Became blood on stray paper.
Became blood on stray paper.
Became blood on stray paper.
Became blood on stray paper.