I felt a sharp pain in my finger
A drop of blood spilt in a tincture
Home home
Home is a bitter word
I ran away covered in stingers
I ran away to be a lounge singer
Oh oh
Into the lonely night
Here's a funny story that grew out of tragedy
I was the king of bad luck she was the queen of no sleep
Every haunted lover will come to know both our names
Bleeding from life on the run but royalty runs in our veins
She made a name shooting from cannons
All out of breath demanding an answer
Why Why
Into the lonely night
The ringing bells another disaster
Condemned to life attached to her master
Run run
Out to the desert lights
Here's a funny story that grew out of tragedy
I was the king of bad luck she was the queen of no sleep
Every haunted lover will come to know both our names
Bleeding from life on the run but royalty runs in our veins
