Our words of play
Our words in blood
Cross from the page today
And ride the waves
Through northern skies
Are hypnotized away
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
Our books in blood
Close to the flame
Zero sum games to us
Dance through the beams
Onto the road
And still we make it home
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
And every time that we fall
And every time that we cry
And every time that we're caught we win
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this
In blood, and you best not miss
We don't want to hang for this