It’s​ ​written​ ​in​ ​the​ ​bags​ ​under​ ​your​ ​eyes
​And​ ​written​ ​on​ ​the​ ​lines​ ​on​ ​the​ ​back​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hands

You​ ​keep​ ​it​ ​in, ​​folded​ ​up and​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​mind
There​ ​is​ ​a​ ​secret​ ​we​ ​all​ ​share​
​And​ ​I​ ​do​ ​not​ ​believe​ ​in​ ​God, ​but​ ​I​ ​believe​ ​in​ ​disrepair
​‘Cause​ ​I’ve seen​ ​it
Watched​ ​it​ ​weave
I’ve​ ​watched​ ​it​ ​weave​ ​through​ ​it​ ​all

And​ ​the​ ​boys​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​me​ ​like​ ​I​ ​was​ ​crazy
I​ ​stared​ ​through​ ​them​ ​like​ ​they​ ​were​ ​God​
Cut​ ​the​ ​rope​ ​and​ ​let​ ​'em​ ​fall together
Yeah​ ​the​ ​boys​ ​turn​ ​to​ ​me​ ​for​ ​an​ ​answer, ​​‘cause​ ​I've​ ​seen​ ​it
‘Cause​ ​I've​ ​seen​ ​it

All​ ​that’s​ ​left​ ​is​ ​the​ ​smoking​ ​gun ​ ​
Sing​ ​for​ ​me,​ ​I​ ​know​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​it​ ​in​ ​your​ ​lungs ​ ​
Breathe​ ​in, ​count​ ​to​ ​four ​ ​
Breathe out, ​count​ ​to​ ​ten ​
Kiss​ ​the​ ​ground, ​you’re​ ​upside​ ​down​ ​again

And​ ​the​ ​boys​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​me​ ​like​ ​I​ ​was​ ​crazy ​ ​
I​ ​stared​ ​through​ ​them​ ​like​ ​they​ ​were​ ​God​
Cut​ ​the​ ​rope​ ​and​ ​let​ ​'em​ ​fall together ​
Yeah​ ​the​ ​boys​ ​turn​ ​to​ ​me​ ​for​ ​an​ ​answer, ​‘cause​ ​I've​ ​seen​ ​it ​
​‘Cause​ ​I've​ ​seen​ ​death
I’ve​ ​seen​ ​it

It’s​ ​written​ ​in​ ​the​ ​bags​ ​under​ ​your​ ​eyes​
​And​ ​written​ ​on​ ​the​ ​lines​ ​on​ ​the​ ​back​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hands ​
You​ ​keep​ ​it​ ​in, ​​folded​ ​up and​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​mind​ ​at​ ​all