Caught in a line
Caught in a time...

Surely you don't care for me
I have no special talent...

We think of him, when its cold
When we have each other to hold...

A is for Assassins, thats what we are
B is for Blood, which we make...

We met again that afternoon
We both remain silent...

November I had you to hold
Now December feels so cold...

Sitting side by side
In the winter breeze...

The blood has stop running
But haven't stopped crying...

Living inside this bottle
It's became cosy...

A story of three different girls
Wanting three different guys...

You act normal
Smile from the outside...

Its okay to be afraid
And cry into my arms...