I carve a path in me that's dark and narrow | |
So you can't follow | |
Trace your hands | |
Around my misguided heart | |
And watch the world fall apart | |
There's nothing sacred being loved by saints | |
All my beliefs just fade away | |
No, nothing matters to me now | |
I carve a path in me that's dark and narrow | |
So you can't follow | |
I dare you to follow | |
We're all victims to an empty sky | |
There's nothing sacred being loved by saints | |
No, nothing matters to me now |