You and I
Pace along the grass
And think of what we had

Ambivalent and young
We're probably just dumb


The truth is that it hurts
And what's it really worth?
No hope and no future


Holding a gun to my head
So send me an angel

Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on


In the sky
It's never coming back
No hope and no future

We'll die the same loser

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on


No, from it all
Not at all, at all, at all, at all

No, from it all
Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all


Holding a gun to my head
So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead

With demons to lean on

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on


Holding a gun to my head
Holding a gun to my head

Holding a gun to my head
With demons to lean on