i'll do anything for love
i'll sleep in every bed i find
for the chance to stay alive
i'll wear those blankets proud
i'll cry when i wake up
and scowl at the morning sun
as i walk out the front door
onto the frozen streets
it's a tale as old as time
wherever love is dead
passion for recklessness prevails

i need some arms to fall into
i'm starting to lose my balance
i'm starting to think i'm thirsty
when i've already had too much to drink
i'm waking up in the wrong places
and walking further and further to get home
scowling at the morning sun