Letras: Cruiserweight. Sweet Weaponry. This Ain't No Beach Party.

I don't have the words to tell you about my night.
Let me squeeze it into your hair. HEY!
How's that for communication?
And it might be painful, just to recognize.
But the words must pass between us.
Yours roll softly, mine could be sand in your eyes.
Nothing ever spontaneously bloomed from that soil.

And although you say this could only lead to disaster,
You close your eyes
Jump, and you're head first into the fire.

Running around with your head cut off
But you'll find out
That it's wasted time
But it goes to show where your priorities lie.
In a distant comfortable place you know
And I hang my head in shame
Just cause I can't draw you near me.
Oh, Fortuna -
You are the center of my great misfortune.

And although you say this could only lead to disaster
You close your eyes
Jump, and you're head first into the fire.

(And your) And your decision to resist.
All the reasons you don't want this.
Well, c, c, c is for comfort.
And you'll break the zone
Or else you'll break me.

Don't drink the water.

And we're tempted just to lie,
To make a break from it.
Fly away from everything that could harm us.
But the screams from the ground
And, "Honey, look what I found,"
It gives you the strength to come back down with me
and try.

And although you say this could only lead to disaster
You close your eyes,
Jump, and you're head first into the fire.

(And your) And your decision to resist.
And the reasons you don't want this.
Well, c, c, c is for comfort.
And you'll break the zone
Or else you'll break me.

Or else you will break me.
So go ahead, break me.
Go ahead, break me.
Go ahead, break