text: Why did you let me run
  When you knew Id fall for the gaping hole
  Where your heart should be
  Liar-couldnt cut me deeper with a knife if you tried
  Just take a look 
  At your victim
  Arise
  Clouds on you shoulder
  Arent they grazed by the afterglow
  How quiet they gather
  When the storm is about to blow
  No dont look away
  Caught in the crossfire
  And it aint no wind of change
  Im talking of crime and passions rage
  Summer of madness or the undertow
  Dragged me up an alley for the blossoming fire
  On a strangers smile
  Bride of wire-how disguise so easily cracked
  Saw your heart turn spade
  This orchids turned to black
  Graze on your shoulder
  Like the clouds in the afterglow
  How quiet they gather
  When the storm is about to blow
  Way down by the shoulder
  In the haze of the afterglow
  Stranded together
  And the storm is about to blow