Yeah, yeah
Falling far through your arms
Scraping scars, never harm
Tattered clothes which I chose
Coast to coast in their throes
Crawling under weather
Dims our hope together
Release the root of life
I'm encircled through the night
As the shine upon a knife
Nears around at every sight
Sing Satan's shanty
Strive for what I can't be
Chip in the ante
Passing by the past me
I'm screaming at my heart
The end is where it starts
Falling far through your arms
Scraping scars, never harm
Tattered clothes which I chose
Coast to coast in their throes
Crawling under weather
Dims our hope together