Moving Target
Turn your back to the burning choir
Raise a glass to our holy ghosts
Take a seat and try to settle down
We walk a line that's never been pretty
Reason hurts but hope will shut you down
You can't stop what you've never known
When the curtain falls
All the lights break
What is left will be disappointment and dismay
These are not sins they are suggestions
Not polite, no, not by a long shot
God come on back now, this is serious
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
Like a bat out of hell
Clipped my wings and I'm gone
Hang me upside down
Bleed me dry as a stone
You know that I will always let you down
There was spite in your eyes
Who knew I could boil blood
I'll admit I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is left
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
Raise a glass to our holy ghosts
Take a seat and try to settle down
We walk a line that's never been pretty
Reason hurts but hope will shut you down
You can't stop what you've never known
When the curtain falls
All the lights break
What is left will be disappointment and dismay
These are not sins they are suggestions
Not polite, no, not by a long shot
God come on back now, this is serious
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
Like a bat out of hell
Clipped my wings and I'm gone
Hang me upside down
Bleed me dry as a stone
You know that I will always let you down
There was spite in your eyes
Who knew I could boil blood
I'll admit I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is left
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Warren
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