you could never understand what it took for me to be your man at home in the ice and pines black nights filled with struggled sights some things are better left unsaid if that were true then i d be dead more sad nights at the hospital fever swarming around my collarbone always waiting for the death of the death of love get up get up you know it s true always waiting for the death of the death of love old ghosts pushing us apart anthrax rays and a heavy heart every chime like an iron voice never seemed like i has a choice bad tattoos and my pocketknife trophies from my former life she wreaths her skull so psychically there s no more secrets in between always waiting for the death of the death of love get up get up you know it s true always waiting for the death of the death of love get up get up you know it s true always waiting for the death of the death of love always waiting for the death always waiting for the death always waiting for the death of the death always waiting for the death of the death of love