The storm's rising,
from the ashes,
Like the cruelest.
Flames of fury.
Like a crystal,
this love crashes
against the concrete,
shaking you and me.
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
We could have gone so far.
Gone so high!
You pulled my trigger.
Gone so high!
You pulled my trigger.
My clip is empty,
no ammunition.
Used to hold me.
Weapons on you.
Like a soldier,
with a mission,
in my condition.
Message won't get through.
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
We could have gone so far.
Gone so high!
You pulled my trigger.
I saw it coming,
saw it rising,
but my view,
poisoned you,
don't pretend,
comprehend,
baby I'm tired
of facing the end.
(Where do we go?)
(Where do we go from here?)
I'm just so tired
of facing the end.
We could have gone so high!
But you pulled my, trigger.
Pulled my trigger.
You pulled my trigger.