The Weapon (EM Version) Lyrics

Well there may be some times when I don't quite fit

With every steadfast plan that you made

There may be some fire and there may be the flood

But this love ain't ever gonna fade

And if this hellbound train should give up my ghost

Like steam to the cold night air

Smile when you feel the wind tousle your hair

And know even if I ain't there

I'm there

We talk about death in the casual sense

While it holds a bony grip on our soul

But between you and I, it's a terrible fright

For this time to be a fraction of whole

So whoever's claimed to look past the stage

Through the scrim to the other side

And swears that they've seen some quiet reprieve

Well you can bet your ass that they lied

And if this hellbound train should give up my ghost

Like steam to the cold night air

Smile when you feel the wind tousle your hair

And know even if I ain't there

I'm there

Time is a weapon, readied and aimed

At the aimless, the crooked, unkind;

But it's catholic as well, with a lowercase c

Roulette with lack of design,

It ain't fair but too often the good wander west

Without solace, vindication, or grace

While the wicked live on to embezzle and con

And fire themselves into space.

A heart is a home is a mind is a road

And we all wind up payin' the toll

One way or another, we're playing a cover

Of a song that's already been told

But there is a finger on the scales where we're weighed

A wrath wrought in keening yell

With spear in our side, we'll sure as hell fight

Cause our love is a weapon as well

Well there may be some times when I don't quite fit

With every steadfast plan that you made

There may be some fire and there may be the flood

But this love ain't ever gonna fade