Partners in Crime

Innocent, her tiny wrists Are tying down an endlessness Lingering in an abyss A broken heart cannot resist A buried past is flowering Around the church of suffering Don't let it in Lost within our hotel room I kiss your neck and leave a bruise Time drags me away from you But won't put me down or Cut me loose A buried past is flowering Around the church of suffering Don't let it in We'll never ride their Prison line