You left your blood stain on the floor You set your sights on him You left a hand print on the door, Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
This is our luck, baby, running out Her clothes were never off We still have hours to run about To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track I’ve seen you in a fight you lost, Ive seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me We’re under the sheets and you’re killin’ me
In here the world wont bring us down Our plan is golden Out there a lonely girl could drown In here were frozen
Where did the people go? My hands are empty You’re not the answer I should know Like all the boys before, like all the boys before (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,)
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me We’re under the sheets and you’re killin’ me