I put my boots back on,
brought them down from the attic -
and they're so nice and broken,
with words unspoken to this city inside aflame -
here i am,
like a crooked little lamb -
so breathless -
the world is trying to stop and the night is still -
and it's still "if you only knew:" -
like an hour of doom,
with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy -
so crazy, as we feel afire -
just forgive me the bad weather -
there's no love without faith and thine is dead,
no love except with fati and thine is dead -
so would you let me be,
let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - tonight -
so would you let me be,
let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be -
i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be