Текст песни Our Last Night - Beginnings

There’s something about the scent of gasoline;
its an addiction to the crime scene.

The way the light seems to shine on everything
right before the sirens sound.

We’ve been through this before,
and this is textbook manipulation.

But darling, I’ve heard more convincing excuses from red hands.
"Its been a long night" she said before I hit the lights.
This is passion where you least expect it; a kind of beauty.

A sickening concern. I’ve fallen into the open arms of a stretcher
from a second story window.

Someone once said that love overcomes all things. That someone
didn’t know you.