Cross Your Heart

Crosses and flowers by the side of the road Someone died here, they were so fucking young Skulls and bones, buried in the dirt Morning has broken, it's the wake of the ghost Markers and saints, carried on the shoulders Roses and thorns, scattered in the dust Master and slave, sharing a grave Warnings and omens, written in blood This is another life, this is another time You cross your heart You cross your heart and hope to die May the night remember their names May the road be lit with stars To find their place, to guide their ways To find their place, to guide their ways This is another life, this is another time You cross your heart This is another life, this is another time You cross your heart You cross your heart and hope to die Another time, another life, another chance Again and again Another time, another life, another chance Again and again