Standard (EADGBE)
papercut hearts
leave no scars
bullet-point teardrops
like inky dead stars
the stab of love, when it comes you'll come undone
like all of the reckless ones.
the pull of the moon
the shift of the sea
the feral wolves
inside of me
the stab of love is something to hold onto
a little flame of a little pain to keep you warm
imaginations, imaginations running wild, running wild, running wild
papercut hearts
in these smokeless bars
pathetic blues,
is it just old world news
the stab of love, when it comes you'll come undone
like all of us reckless ones. ones.
imaginations, imaginations running wild, running wild, running wild