Omnium Gatherum - Amor Tonight

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 - just forgive me the bad weather - there's no love without
Faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati 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