And if you say I’m weak well I don’t wanna be brave.
We let the lambs in the field at night. Wolves all around ‘em.
Yet we still act surprised ’bout what we’ll find in the morning,
Oh gone,
Be the nights of delusion
Be the days of remorse
Longing for springtime
Call off the search for I’ll let my guard down
I got nothing to offer no way of knowing.
The storm died down but the waves kept growing.
Restless and tongue-tied tired and torn.
Longing for new eyes a way to prove ‘em wrong
Oh gone,
Be the nights of delusion
Oh gone,
Be days of remorse
Desire the reckless
Call off the search for I’ll let my guard down.
Desire the reckless
Call off the search for I’ll let my guard down.
Call off the search for I’ll let my guard down.