I took your tongue
Your mouth on mine
And threw it down
The wishing well
But scarlet flames
Of vehemence
Last until the anger melts
I'm sorry
If I led you to believe
That I could kneel
Into your hour of grief
There is no crime here
But murmur of a heart
There is no crime here
You ran your fingers
Down my neck
In silence that could
Wake the dead
You turned a blind eye
To the gold
But I could not
Make you forget
It wasn't something
You did or didn't do
I fell hard
Before I came to
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
I'm sorry if I
Led you to believe
That I could kneel
Into your hour grief
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
Look at all the pretty
Shrapnel on the grass
'Cause I gave my heart up
Just to take it back
Look at all the pretty
Shrapnel on the grass
Cause I gave my heart up
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back