Tear up the pages I wroteTake the knife from my throatScream at an empty chairFinally getting somewhere with you gone,There's no music in song,You really didn't stay long,Considering,We were going to dieIn each other's arms.
Take down the pictures of us,Nails in the coffin of trust.Kick out the rest of the dirt,Trying to bury the hurt
With you gone, there's no music in songYou didn't really stay long consideringWe were going to die in each other's armsEach other's arms.
There is not a day I don't carve into the stoneSomewhere along the way, I, I must have died alone
With you gone, there's no music in songYou didn't really stay long considering,We were going to die in each other's arms.Each other's armsEach other's armsEach other's arms