Murder of a heart

I took your tongue
Your mouth on mine
And threw it down the wishing well
But scarlet flames
Of vehemence
Last until the anger melts

I'm sorry if I
Led you to believe
That I could kneel
Into your hour of grief

There is no crime here
But murmur of a heart
There is no crime here

You ran your fingers
Down my neck
In silence that could
Wake the dead
You turned a blind eye
To the gold
But I could not make you forget

It wasn't something
You did or didn't do
I fell hard
Before I came to

There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
Murder of a heart

I'm sorry if I
Led you to believe
That I could kneel
Into your hour grief

There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
There is no crime here
But the murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
Murder of a heart
Murder of a heart

Look at all the pretty shrapnel on the grass
Cause I gave my heart up
Just to take it back

Look at all the pretty shrapnel on the grass
Cause I gave my heart up
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back
Just to take it back