It's late

By your window a story ends

Two flames broken fingers

And false pretense

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

Here we stand in the arms of fate

Here we stand ten years too late

But I can hear you call for my loveless arms

I am not 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