I put my boots back on   Brought them down from the attic   And they're so nice and broken   With words unspoken to this city inside aflame      Here I am like a crooked little lamb   So breathless, the world is trying to stop   And the night is still and it's still if you only knew      Like an hour of doom   With broken bottles on the streets   And amor gone crazy so crazy as we feel afire      So forgive me, the bad weather   There's no love without faith and thine is dead   No love without faith and thine is dead      So would you let me be, let me be   The bastard waleis   That I was meant to be tonight?      So would you let me be, let me be   The bastard waleis   That I was meant to be?      I was meant to be   I was meant to be   I was meant to be