Old sheepskin Black jeans and a gun in her right hand She preaches Empty words with a menacing meaning Pull the point apart We analyze the message that she writes in the dark How much can she take? For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away High hopes, best regards We try to cope and cover up these new scars Too soon and much too late Try to make a reason that'll help us escape High hopes, best regards We try to cope and cover up these new scars Too soon and much too late For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away Having trouble sleeping Life lessons that I'm planning on keeping Life could be deceiving But I can never fucking blame you for leaving Ghosts, souls and memories Keep stalking me and probably will never leave Taking time to close this hatch Face the facts I know you'll never come back High hopes, best regards We try to cope and cover up these new scars Too soon and much too late We got to make a reason that'll help us escape High hopes, best regards We try to cope and cover up these new scars Too soon and much too late For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away Travel back to Ireland Cooking up another one to see you again Bullet proof and a ring on the hand Slow it down, you're speeding up as fast as you can