A vision
A foreign land
A doomed love
A Juliette
Car pulls out the back roads of East Van
With one tail light breathing fire in the fog
There's no pretending that everything's all right
Like a doomed love
Or a Juliette
I haunted cafes
And I shut down bars
I took photos of avenues
I called the city my own
But it was never my home
Leave all the politics to the faithless
Who prefer not to know what they want
When there's nothing left to do
Just give in, get out, give in
Go mad and ruin yourself, commit crimes
Go mad and ruin yourself, commit crimes
Go mad and ruin yourself, commit crimes
You are a knife to the light to a blade in the sky
Above a field two lovers entwined
Dreaming of change of conquering time
You are a knife to light
Go mad, ruin yourself, commit crimes
Go mad, ruin yourself, commit crimes
Go mad, ruin yourself, commit crimes