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