by Matthew1018@xiami.com





When she walks into the room 

They look up to see her face 

All the glitter falls on her 

And the rooms her stage 

Dont you think youve had enough 

Do their claws make sores 

Take my hand and come away 

And ill take you home 



I wont turn around, cant be afraid 

Takin you all the way back home 

Innocence gone, cant be the same 

Takin you all the way back home 



Will the world still be the same 

Even if your gone 

When the pillars sart to fade 

And the rooms just walls 

Dont you think youve had enough 

Do there claws make sores 

Take my hand and come away 



Dont you think youve had enough 

Whats the gun their for 

Take my hand and fly away 

And i'll take you home 

Dont you think youve had enough 

Whats the gun their for 

Take my hand and come away 

And i'll take you