free from the lab for a fortnight
hanging out your window
bitter like a cold breeze
nipping as your hands freeze
screaming at your lungs top
taht we've got the gun again
while you were screaming for perfection I was in shock,
hanging from a roof top swinging like a parasite in the wind
hearing over tree tops thinking that we've finally won again
yes we've got the gun again
and you're ripping out the pages of this stolen diary
we'll burn them as we read them so no one else can see
cause we know how it feels to be left alone
why won't you save from the roof top, baby?
cause we've got the gun again
we're jabbing and weaving like a rent-a-cop, baby
cause we've finally won again
we've got the gun again
consume yourself in darkness and your blinding flashing lights
attach yourself to tubes that will save you all through the night
the curtain closes what the audience sees on the outside
why won't you save from the roof top, baby?
cause we've got the gun again
save me from the rooftop; swinging in the wind like a parasite in the night
ripping out the pages in this broken diary
cause we've got the gun again
we know how it feels
cause we've got the gun again