Ah! there's blood on my shirt

in a dark December dream, there was a war that day in hell
and there was me standing alone at the end of the world
breaking the silence with a scream
reaching out my hands hoping you'd reach for mine
a beautiful wreck, set free.
but coming from such a hopeless soul
it seemed that your love would never find me here
but Ive seen for myself, and Ive lived with the guilt
a broken heart is made whole without fear

come out the desert to find me, baby,
Ill be waiting with a thousand white roses
the perfect ending to a life wasted sleeping
come out to the dessert,
your a dreamer boy dont let them take
everything from you

the sun will only shine once more,
so if its the end then what are you waiting for?
as the line begins to sharpen to show a difference apart good and evil lives
my vision is blurred and my words are slurred
but as I lay in the dark, I still scream for a sign

so in this dark, in this dark dream
trapped in this war, we believe in anything
we've learned to trust in what we cannot see
were going home, were going to leave
today we believe in what we can't see
so slide, break the gates, we're going home tonight