It’s late
By your window, a story ends
Two flames, broken fingers
And false pretense

So here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late

And I can hear you call for my loveless arms

See my love
I did escape you, I broke the lock
And I trained my heart to hate you
I carved it into rock

But I can hear you call for my loveless arms
And I still see you fall as I run so fast

And here we stand in the arms of fate
Here we stand ten years too late

And I can hear you call for my loveless arms

Well I am not a bow and arrow
Or a slingshot at your side
So please don’t, don’t try and use me
To make others treat you kind