In Years To Come

I want to take the bullet, the one aimed straight for your heart I want to meet the wolves halfway, and let them tear me apart But that's not the way they do it here I want to lay on the tracks, feel hot steel screaming at me Expose the bones on my back, let me show you what I mean Yeah, it's a different kind of love I want to climb barbed wire fences and warm our hands in blood And this is my gift, asking you to fix my ruined hands And it's a gift that keeps on giving, and right now it's all I have to give I want to write the perfect song, and play it just for you While you're tangled up in sleep I need you more that I'll ever know Until I stop breathing, my lungs will take you for granted --- In Years to Come - Thrice