Well this is my recital,
we lie the way that lovers do.
Well I am the ghost of tragedy and I hate every second of it.
Poetic hands that choke my screams.
As I fall to the other side with my arms around her waist I know I'm home.
Over train lines and roadblocks I never stopped believing,
and I never stopped loving you.
This girl is fragile.
We'll make this on our own and I will show you everything.
We'll make this on our own,
and I will show you this wont change.
Change my life, from this shame.
Take my life, from this shame.
It's all in the way she moves, tonight is our night.
It's all in the way she moves.
So follow me through hotel rooms, we'll lie the way that lovers do.