I was on my own when you approached me tried to give me sense and company. You said life out here is cold to the touch. We kill for money and we die for love We die for love. No crimes or heroes in today's headlines, just unkept lawns and parking fines. Hold me steady on the ground of truth, If I break then so do you.
Written by: Benedict Nightingale, Louise Katja Rackin, Morgan Lloyd-Mathews, Samuel Stacpoole
