in a tiny plot of land
tear apart my valentines
come the morning and they'll find
screaming out
screaming out from the crowd
breathe
sorry i'll apologise
once again cut down to size
carefully conceal the cries
take the blame and take the slide
beautiful and threatening
but I still don't feel a thing
keep a finger, keep a ring
keep the thoughts I'm harbouring
screaming out
marching on
screaming out from the crowd
breathe
marching on to
in a tiny plot of land
torn apart by valentines
lack of patience lack of time
lack of reason that you'll find
one last arrow through your guard
fatal error on my part
turning back would be too hard
one last arrow through your heart