Cyanide

Well, let me bend your ear 'Cause I'm never really there When shadows turn to light And hope into despair There was an only one But the broody skies above Brought down a shameful stain And not a single drop of cleaning rain Well, 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 cyanide Well, in this world of things One of them is lost I've been it in my dreams But not without a cost Down a lonely street It was our destiny to meet Nobody asked you twice We found purchase then With no requite, nothing nice 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 cyanide Would 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 intentions 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 cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide