So hear, it's your last chance to apologize For all the things I've done wrong And all these lonely walks I walked alone Went through all these terrifying nights I spent alone And you know that if I had it all Every breath of your whispers good night I would trade it all For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes And sweep us off our tired feet It spins us around so we can see If we just walk in circles It gets cold on the shore And I'm not sure it gets much better where we are going So buckle up lock Your door because here on out I'm driving And I've got the radio tuned to the last station you cried to Well baby it gets warm tonight Well baby it gets warm tonight And then you say we'll bury the hatchet now Well there's a soft spot in my spine And you say we'll bury the hatchet now Well there's a soft spot in your spine With your fist, with your fists through these walls And your bones, and your bones through flesh Take a look at the mess; take a look at the mess we made And you know that if I had it all Every breath of your whispers good night I would trade it all For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes And sweep us off our tired feet It spins us around so we can see If we just walk in circles And you know that if I had it all Every breath of your whispers good night I would trade it all For the wind to sting our blood shot eyes And sweep us off our tired feet It spins us around so we can see If we just walk in circles