Letras:Sun (The). Blame It On The Youth. Romantic Death.

Close your eyes
Kiss my lips
I'll put my hands on your hips
And pull you in to
Your own
Romantic death

I'm looking down the barrel of a gun
Just for fun
Fighting in a war I only know exists
But for prophets

I don't ever wanna come down from this war
I've seen things I've never seen before

Oh look at this mess we've made
Everything is coming up back in spades
Dancing in the streets
Fucking to a beat
So much blood collected in this short time connected
Making little kiddy zombies

I don't ever wanna come down from this war
I've seen things I've never seen before

I can see what you mean
When I'm holding you tight
I can see what you mean
When I'm alone at night

Will you say that you will love me forever
When we're together I just love everything that you do
Will you say that you will love me forever
When we're away I've got to get right back to you