In the Haunted Places

It doesn't have to kill us, not every hour, sure we can feel the knife thrust but the wound doesn't have to bleed all day everyday. Things fall apart and we're just kids with paper tiger masks. We're electricity branching through water. We're a damn cautionary tale for lovers with too much passion. You've got black on your face and I got blood on my hands held tight over my eyes.
It's a beautiful moment to watch the world end. Just a tiny world for two, the wind was to strong we broke our backs to try and bend. Forever haunted.