Hey, Amy, look at your destruction
Taking form in reds and whites to get us through the night
Well, so long I've got bridges in ruin to rebuild
'Cause Amy never misses a target that's shivering

And he said, 'I've got a few things figured out
We all get lonely for her now and need her sometimes
Yeah, well, I've almost got her figured out
I'm still longing for her now, I need her sometimes'

Sometimes she holds a dim complexion
The colors left are reds and whites in her swollen eyes
It's been so long since she's been my obsession
But Amy always finds her way to get through to me

Scorch the meadows, we often found ourselves in
We'll paint them black and gray
With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under the blue light
As we become another shade

And I've got a few things figured out
We all get lonely for her now and need her sometimes
Yeah, well, I've almost got her figured out
I'm still longing for her now, I need her sometimes

Scorch the meadows, we often found ourselves in
We'll paint them black and gray
With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under the blue light
As we become another shade

With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under blue light
With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under blue light

With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under blue light
With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under blue light

Scorch the meadows, we often found ourselves in
We'll paint them black and gray
With trembling hands we open knives
And open ourselves under the blue light
As we become another shade