It’s late
By your window, a story ends
Two flames, broken fingers
And false pretence
So here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late
And I can hear you call for my loveless arms
See my love
I did escape you, I broke the lock
And I trained my heart to hate you
I carved it into rock
But I can hear you call for my loveless arms
And I still see you fall as I run so fast
So here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late
Well I am not a bow and arrow
Or a slingshot at your side
So please don’t, don’t try and use me
To make others treat you kind
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