Weekend wreckers take the streets
With abandon in their eyes
But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat
And never so alive
And I know what's on your mi-i-ind
God knows I put it the-e-ere
But if I took it ba-a-a-ck
Well you'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again
Now look at you all torn up
I left you waiting to bleed
I guess the truth works two ways
Maybe the truth's not what we need
And I know what's on your mi-i-ind
God knows I put it the-e-ere
But if I took it ba-a-a-ck
Well you'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again
But in my cold arms
You don't sleep
In my cold arms
Your fear beats
In my cold arms
You stay