The Sound of Our Guns

So I will fail again
Tonight I sleep with open eyes
Here comes the bitterness
That doesn't end until someone dies
And if you find me here you know I'll never need to lie
At night our fireworks paint coloured patterns in the sky
I've seen you dance on broken glasses
But I've never heard you laugh before
Sometimes I wonder if the feelings really die
How soft a bullet seems to slide
And how they echo through the night
As if they never will arrive
I never realized you had so many secret lives
And I forget from time to time that you were right
But all my many selves sometimes took pleasure in your knives
But I recall you always tag along for fights
We're gonna take on ancient lovers
With our cold and tender arms tonight
Sometimes I wonder if the feelings really die
How soft a bullet seems to slide
And how they echo through the night
As if they never will arrive
Sometimes I wonder if the feelings really die
How soft a bullet seems to slide
And how they echo through the night
As if they never will arrive
Just listen to the sound
Just listen to the sound
Just listen to the sound
The sound of our guns
Just listen to the sound
The sound of our guns