with a sharpened blade you led the way
but it hurts to leave some behind
the cursive line
if life is a game, I guess I'll play for the grave
'cause sometimes it's so cold, a heart grows old
into a gleaming cage you gladly go
for a piece of darkly sweet remorse
in a shadowed lane you led away
from the fiery eyes below
that sparkled so
whether glitter or grey, everything is the same
and the dist between you and I goes by and by
for a bleeding change you charge the shore
while a pain got dull to even more
o, no, no- you won't, you won't
o, no, no- you won't, you won't
in carpool lane you sped away
but you got to have two or more
like three or four
when you held my gaze just to steer the day
and away to woah into night
to make it right
into a gleaming cage you gladly go
for a piece of darkly sweet remorse
o, no, no- you won't, you won't
o, no, no- you won't, you won't
o, no, no- you won't, you won't