Lyssa

It's late By your window, a story ends Two flames, broken fingers And false pretence So here we stand in the arms of fate Here we stand ten years too late

And I can hear you call for my loveless arms

See my love I did escape you, I broke the lock And I trained my heart to hate you I carved it into rock

But I can hear you call for my loveless arms And I still see you fall as I run so fast

So here we stand in the arms of fate Here we stand ten years too late

Well I am not a bow and arrow Or a slingshot at your side So please don't, don't try and use me To make others treat you kind