six round in the hands of a killer
i am dangerous in your arms
we are the midnight city siren
on the back of wisdom
crying against the wasteland boulevard
i am, i mean, you are with me
well, we are
ominous tonight
six strings in the hands of a poet
i am poetry in your eyes
so light me up with a song
stain the sky with my burning
and i will not apologize
who's gonna cry if i won't?
who's gonna shine if i don't?
who's gonna bring it down?
where is the hope in this crowd of indifferent
where is the truth if it's not in my mouth
i am, i mean, you are with me
well, we are
ominous tonight
six a.m. in the hands of the morning
i am a skyline
you are the sun
deep between our meeting
the heavens are receeding
and the stars fade one by one
i am, i mean, you are with me
well, we are
ominous tonight