The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen.
So don't get your hopes up.
This life's a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies,
But you run the miles away only to sell yourself short.
And I am the one who dreams of you.
I dream of you, I still dream of you.
Sirens fade from silence this is where the story ends.
In a dream of truth they'll never find you.
Yellow tape and empty chalk lines, that's all she wrote.
Head first through a noose.
I'd shed a tear for you, but you're not even here.
I scream your name for one last time.
Can you hear me now?
Can you feel me now?
But I must move on I find reason for years of weakening disaster.
So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace.
I know, I know so I let go.
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment.
So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved.
From all the bridge drops I leaver her crimson tide.
There's no hope left for solace.
I know, I know so I let go.
This blackout begins.