Every night   You wrote another line   With a bloody, broken, bottle   And every day   You wish it away   Why don't you pull the pin   On that grenade   You cuddle      I wanted to believe   Bodies swinging from trees   Struggling to stand   With your head in your hands   A stoic last stand   Of a dying man      I wanted to believe   As I watched your world   Crumble in your hands   I wanted to believe   As you raised your glass   To your last stand   And I wanted to believe   You would win   The war in your head   That I did not understand...   I did not understand...      Every night   The questions poured out   Of your wounded eyes   Damn dark things   Every day   You used to pray   Listen to the black raven sing   You wanted to believe   As you were falling to your knees   Struggling to stand   With your life in your hand   The sad last stand    Of a broken man      I wanted to believe   As I watched your world   Crumble in your hands   I wanted to believe   As you raised your glass   To your last stand   And I wanted to believe   You would win   The war in your head   That I did not understand...   I did not understand...      I wanted to believe   As I watched your world   Crumble in your hands   I wanted to believe   As you raised your glass   To your last stand   I wanted to believe   You would win   The war in your head   That I did not understand   I did not understand      And the questions poured out   And the questions pour out   I did not understand   I did not understand   I did not understand   I did not understand   The sound of you falling   I did not understand   As the trembling heart of a dying man   Did not understand   The sound of a trembling heart