Metamorphoses (Stripped)

I like the way you speak like a preacher's ramble
You roll your snake eyes, I take the gamble
With other boys, I often amble
None of those fuckers holds a fuckin' candle
Got your eyes on the prize, cigarette in your teeth
Got an appetite for the worn and weak
But I've always been attracted to tragedy
So will you do me the honor of unraveling me

I like the way we strike like a lightning bolt
When the world doesn't obey us, you stage a revolt
When life gets trite, you start a storm
So you have an excuse to keep me warm
I get shy when we commit our crimes
Till you take my hand and say I've never looked so fine
You tell me there's a paradise
If the sun shines on us, we'll make it rise

This love won't last
We've seen the flicks
We drive fast, cause we're afraid
To admit to it
I keep my eyes on the dash
From the passenger seat
What happens when this car runs out of gasoline

Seasons change, metamorphoses
When all of this is done, will you think more of me
When we get out of this getaway car
What'll we think of who we are
We paid the price to live this life
Now there's no coins left to put over our eyes

When stars depart and the darkness fades
What will we think of what we've made