bend your arms to look like wings

as the sun sets on battlefields

i hope you can save me

i hope you can save our wounded hearts

and distance

makes my heart

grow colder

and distance

makes my heart

seem older

just enough to cut the air from your lungs

from your lungs

as the sun sets

on battlefields

i hope you can save me

i hope you can save us from ourselves

denial

in the arms of

our saviours

and my heart

is torn

to pieces

just enough to cut the air from your lungs

from your lungs

as the sun sets

on battlefields

i hope you can save me

i hope you can save us from ourselves

and paper cuts and bloody hands

in the middle they would meet

and paper cuts and bloody hands

in the middle they would meet

as the sun sets

as the sun sets

as the sun sets