Amor Tonight

I put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic – and they’re so
Nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame – here i am,
Like a crooked little lamb – so breathless – the world is trying to stop and
The night is still – and it’s still “if you only knew:” – like an hour of
Doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy – so crazy, as
We feel afire – just forgive me the bad weather – there’s no love without
Faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead – so
Would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be –
Tonight – so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was
Meant to be – i was meant to be – i was meant to be – i was meant to be