Eight

Such confusion can't be good

And though my house is made of wood

I can throw stones if I please

Can set fire my gathered leaves

Where’d you go, I wouldn't say

Always been a mile away

A high-speed chase on your wedding day

Give and take are all the same

Cannon shoot on grassy moor

A battlefield of love and war

Empty bottle on your bed

Broken-hearted, innocent

Where you've been I wouldn't go

Just another story told

A high-speed chase on your wedding day

Give and take are all the same

Cannon shoot on grassy moor

A battlefield of love and war

It’s your high-speed chase on your wedding day

Give and take are all the same

Cannon shoot on grassy moor

A battlefield of love and war