Funeral for a Friend Follow

"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 (creation)

Makes my heart (eternity)

Go colder (enough for this to end)

And distance (creation)

Makes my heart (eternity)

Seem older (for you)

It's just enough to cut the air

From your lungs (from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)

On battlefields (enough for this to end)

I hope you can save me (from our selves)

I hope you can save us from ourselves

Denial (forever)

In the arms of (we're stuck in here)

Of our saviours (enough for this to end)

And my heart (fills up with)

Is torn (into)

Into pieces (for you)

Its just enough to cut the air

From your lungs (from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)

On battlefields (enough for this to end)

I hope you can save me (from our selves)

I hope you can save us from ourselves

With paper cuts

And bloody hands

In the middle, they would meet

With paper cuts

And bloody hands

In the middle, they would meet

(as the sun sets)

(as the sun sets)

(as the sun sets)