She wed heartache and apathy in her bed.
All the voices in her head scream "run away, we hold no more for you these days."
They try to come between us, just hold tight.
Voices bleed into the night....
..."Now you're the one. You are the one for burning lights."

We'll find a better way to spend our time alone.
The streets all know.

"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Oh lovers always say "It pains my heart to stray."

She fled. The words from dusty books filled her head.
And now she's working from her bed.
Oh darling please, won't you get up off your knees?
Tires eyes and bloodshot mornings don't quite seem right...
...and now your secret's masked by night.
You were the one, you were the one for burning lights!
We'll find a better way to spend our time alone.
The streets all know.

"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Still lovers always say "It pains my heart to stray."

"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
"Drop to your knees" they say
For oh these hap to be such Bloodshot Days.
Still lovers always say "It pains my heart to stray."