Nhạc sĩ: Norah Jones, Mike Martin
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I'll pretend my heart's not on fire If you steal my true love's name Broke down subway in the city of spires Take the picture of a his in the frame We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers Shotgun wedding in a strange Soho Our chambers hold silver collars Gunned down werewolves wherever we go Gunned down werewolves wherever we go Midnight phone calls, the back of a Mustang Crease white pages torn right from the spine Kiss my neck with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine Through our fathers, our funeral pyres I'm not sure we We're playing a game, busted gasket In a film full of lies No one noticed we set firebirds aflame No one noticed we set firebirds aflame Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh, young blood, young bone Old ghost, go home And the gold with the diamond implied You wrote letters that you never sent I made promises I'll always deny Now I'll never know what they are meant Watch us take it like a heartbeat gone berserk Lost a chance to wind the key roosters For nothing but clucking clockwork Our fears are only what we tell them to be Our fears are only what we tell them to be Drown the last of our matches Burn the rest of each other You were strongest when I ached for breath Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh, young blood, young bone Old ghost, go home Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh, young blood, young bone Old ghost, go home Old Ghost, Go Home