Letras:
Taking Back Sunday Taking Back Sunday

: Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh Or lose faith in

: When the firing finally stops and our weapons start to drop, will we like what we see? Will I be completely confidant that it was worth the time I

always greener Or today should taste much sweeter I don't wanna talk (I don't wanna talk) I don't wanna talk (I don't wanna talk) Peel back your skin

: Well my dear, what long arms you have All the better to hold you down Slap my wrist with that sweet consequence What are we... What are we to do...

fence Bat your eyes, ball a fist And swing (swing) swing (swing) Before you leave Lover, lover, tell me this Passion over consequence, When did the latter take

no you didn't have to leave the way you did I've been watching you I've been watching you Most times you never knew. You are a Sunday afternoon With

, we are patient, patient Salt-licked wounds merely bruised (But none of that'll matter) None of that'll matter soon (?)educate, see how much you can take

you, you could've fooled me I admit I was a fool for your southern days (One hundred and fifty degrees in the shade) It wasn't an option to go back to

. Slower now. At your patient's tracking, holes into your skin. North to South I came crawling, I came crawling, I came crawling. Oh gently please, won't you take