Pompeii

I wipe my hands of blood And a sickness in my gut And take it as it comes Forgive and forget what's done And I never hurt no one Who went to turn and run And while it sits above No one leaves in love And no one leaves in love And no one leaves in love And no one leaves in love Now we hold it close and tight Bodies wrapped entwine Yet distant and contrived Who never believed could be done And what have we become Ravaged by the sun And while it sits above No one leaves in love And no one leaves in love And no one leaves in love And no one leaves in love And run And run And run And run, run, run