Cops and Robbers

Temper, temper!
She’s not fighting, but her pulse is saying otherwise
They couldn’t find her heartbeat
When you knocked her off her feet
Death walked grinning with his broken wings
And pointing fingers at the chosen ones
I’ve never met him, but the dead have met him once
The only thing left in you is a skeleton
Oh no you did it again
Just give a little laughter
How you gonna stop us now?
Cops and robbers, side by side
Calling, «how we gonna stop this.»
Was it ever worth it?
You won’t need your guns for this
We’ve been listening to music
We’ll have them by somewhere safer
(we'll never use it)
Somewhere else
Love, your love, your love is finding itself sort of enough
For us to put us back together