you are pretty because your shotgun fills me up you are pretty because your knife twist lets my blood you, the one that I love you always were because - if I send you my army only you can disarm me if you won’t have me or bring me your love, furious angels reign death from above onto me you’re the one that I love, you always were because I was made of a storm, only you could bring me home hold out for what? I know I’m dreaming on and on hold out for why? we’ve said our last goodbye if you won’t have me or carry in rings everything broken is fixed when you sing to me “Oh Love, In Love”