You could never understand what it took for me to be your man
At home in the ice and pines, black nights filled with struggled sights
Some things are better left unsaid, if that were true, then I'd be dead
More sad nights at the hospital, fever swarming around my collarbone
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Old ghosts pushing us apart, anthrax rays and a heavy heart
Every chime like an iron voice, never seemed like I has a choice
Bad tattoos and my pocketknife, trophies from my former life
She wreaths her skull so psychically there's no more secrets in between
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Always waiting for the death
Always waiting for the death
Always waiting for the death of the death
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
