This is gospel
for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories.
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh-oh
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh-oh
This is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart.
Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues
Conspire against the odds
But they haven’t seen the best of us yet.
If you love me, let me go (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
If you love me, let me go (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told
I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart.