Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings de Funeral For a Friend

As the sun sets
On battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

Distance makes my heart seem colder
Distance makes my heart seem older
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
(from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope your can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves

Denial in the arms of our saviours
And my heart is torn to pieces
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
(from your lungs)

As the sun sets
On battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle, they would meet
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle, they would meet