So hear, it’s your last chance to apologize
For all the things I’ve done wrong
And all these lonely walks I walked alone
Went through all these terrifying nights I spent alone

And you know that if I had it all
Every breath of your whispers good night
I would trade it all
For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes
And sweep us off our tired feet
It spins us around so we can see
If we just walk in circles

It gets cold on the shore
And I’m not sure it gets much better where we are going
So buckle up lock
Your door because here on out I’m driving
And I’ve got the radio tuned to the last station you cried to
Well baby it gets warm tonight
Well baby it gets warm tonight

And then you say we'll bury the hatchet now
Well there’s a soft spot in my spine
And you say we'll bury the hatchet now
Well there’s a soft spot in your spine
With your fist, with your fists through these walls
And your bones, and your bones through flesh
Take a look at the mess; take a look at the mess we made

And you know that if I had it all
Every breath of your whispers good night
I would trade it all
For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes
And sweep us off our tired feet
It spins us around so we can see
If we just walk in circles

And you know that if I had it all
Every breath of your whispers good night
I would trade it all
For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes
And sweep us off our tired feet
It spins us around so we can see
If we just walk in circles