Vs. 1 If I lose my hold on my knees when I roll down
Lover's lane
I become a stain
On gravestones and caskets of all who didn't master
The permanent fall
When we lose it all as Chorus: Soldiers
Fighting to join forces
With angels now among us
And be golden as an
Army of kings Vs. 2 If I kiss the space where spies have replaced all
Respect for kings
And their broken rings
Could I shine a light on those darkened liaisons
Pulling us from
The crowns we've won as Chorus (repeated)