Your dark mood, hair in your face

Evil grin, cut your eye

Dressed up in lace

Walked a crooked mile beside you

Along a river of blood

I would wash my hands tomorrow

If I thought that I could

I would die, if you were to go

I would hold my head and fall so low

I would lay down, fade away

I will love you till the end of the day

In your arms, a bitter love

Somewhere between a town painted red and the blue sky above

Watch you on a mountain, I've watched you fall

Then you cover it so softly, until you've taken it all

Seven ninety nine and a million miles to go

You said that I was strange to believe, and now I know

Black dirt and honour crushed a delicate skull

We ran right to the top to find out

We were still down below