Criminal Night

Criminal night Watching over me I won't invite But you still cover me Run away and stop is the story of it all Criminal night You can't fake what follows you Out in the day with arms stretched right over you Like an answer I'm a martyr, you're the flame Stop pretending you'll go away Takes a heart and a soul to become There's no one headed home There's no one headed home There's no one headed home There's no one home You're turning it backwards You're turning it backwards You're turning it backwards You're turning it down You're turning it backwards You're turning it down It's here in my arms Here in my arms It's here in my arms Here