Unheavenly Creatures - Coheed and Cambria

We were young and had it all figured out

She was the quiet one and I had the mouth

Until she fell to me (Ooh, oh)

We escaped through the alley in the back

Judge told me, «Creature, don’t you dare go back!»

But I couldn’t dodge the ringing in my head

Her lonely, subtle voice,

through the echoes

as it said

«Please don’t leave me here, my love»

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

There was something I forgot to tell her then

Between the kiss and, «Knock 'em dead, kid»

«There will be no other like you» (Oh, oh)

Now I can’t keep the guilt from my heart (Ooh)

These stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart

And I know I’m leaving all this sweat in our bed

A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Like a son of a gun

A son of a gun

The weight of the world on the shoulders, can you feel the thunder?

All unheavenly creatures (Oh, oh, all the unheavenly creatures)

We’re all unheavenly creatures

On the way to the car, I heard her voice a little louder

«Please don’t leave me here, my love»

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun