Well, let me bend your ear
'Cause I'm never really there
When shadows turn to light
And hope into despairThere was an only one
But the broody skies above
Brought down a shameful stain
And not a single drop of cleaning rainWell, let me say
Oh whoa, well, there's no place left to hide
Oh whoa, from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through
With bloody good intentions
And missing you is like kissing cyanideWell, in this world of things
One of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
But not without a costDown a lonely street
It was our destiny to meet
Nobody asked you twice
We found purchase then
With no requite, nothing niceOh whoa, well, there's no place left to hide
Oh whoa, from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through
With bloody good intentions
And missing you is like kissing cyanideWould you believe in something good
That's so wrong?
And have you worshiped our invention?Well, I've paid my debt in coin and sweat
With trifling hesitation
Because the road to you is paved
With good intentionsOh whoa, well, there's no place left to hide
Oh whoa, from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through
With bloody good intentions
And missing you is like kissing cyanideCyanide, cyanide, cyanide
Cyanide, cyanide, cyanide, cyanide