Let’s fuck, til the sun comes up. Because we haven't got long but we got enough. A night to remember. A day to forget. (Don't stop
till we pirouette). I'm no saint. You’re no martyr. One more night playing heart piñata. How do you say goodbye, when you've hardly
said hello? The only way we know. Let’s fuck, til our hearts give up (it won’t be long). A night to remember. A day to forget.
If our eyes were diamonds, we'd be rich. Your voice makes my heart skip beats. So keep quiet before it quits on me. Before it flatlines.
I'm dead, tell them all we're dead. We can hold the wake right here in this bed. Sunk into you, tangled in sheets, buried in blankets six
foot deep. We’re young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen. So come a little closer, tell me that it’s all in our heads.
We’re young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen. So come a little closer, tell me those three little words.
When Bring Me The Horizon finally returned home from their last world tour in December 2011, they’d been on the road for two whole years. …