I look across the cold room to the hospital bed
and think i hear u say "hey i think i love you,
run away with me we don't have to stay till were dead"
And all we are...
all are lives are..
are like bullets,
are shooting stars.
So we escape and take it to the highway
going on forever, but at night i lie awake
Thinking of all i left behind...
But I'll go to the end with you
as a liquor store or two
keeps us fueled, keeps us loaded
going on with you as the road caves in...
And all we are...
all are lives are..
are like bullets,
are shooting stars.
I begin to loath your every look
and love your every breath
lets take it to the grave, babe
lets take it to the grave, my lover
a stolen gun, a mission won
"I will miss you when your gone"
I say as i pull the trigger on you.
Memories haling down on me...
And all we are...
all are lives are..
are like bullets,
are shooting stars.
As two star-crossed ammunition lovers
both found dead, in each others bloody hands
Icy blue eyes stare cold as they lay in their arms
Giving up on bullets, giving in to love, giving it all...
I will point it to your head, as you smile, as I cry...
And together we'll fall into the depths of each others eyes.
