baby, it's getting to be that time
time to line up all my coffins

because, baby, I always die a little
every time you run away,
every time you look at me,
every time your arm brushes up
against mine

I feel my heart calling out for you
and calling out for me to

line up all my coffins
because, baby, I always die a little
every time you run away,
every time you look at me,
every time your arm brushes up
against mine

it's getting too hot for me
on this roof with you and the stars
everyone is dancing and talking
like angels in the dark

but all I wanna do, all I really need is to

line up all my coffins
because, baby, I always die a little
every time I see you