It's late
By your window, a story ends
Two flames, broken fingers
And false prete ence
Ooooh ooooh oooooh
Ooohoo ooooh ooooh oooh
Here we stand in the arms of fate and
Here we stand ten years too late
And I can hear you call for my love less arms
See my love
I did escape you, I broke the lock
And I trained my heart to hate you
I carved it into ro ock
Ooooh ooooh oooooh
Ooohoo ooooh ooooh oooh
But I can hear you call for my love less arms
And I still see you fall as I run so fast
So here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late
And I can hear you call for my love less arms
Well I am not a 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