And if you say I'm weak well I don't wanna be brave
We let the lambs in the field at night. Wolves all around 'em
Yet we still act surprised 'bout what we'll find in the morning
Oh gone
Be the nights of delusion
Be the days of remorse
Longing for springtime

Call off the search for I'll let my guard down
I got nothing to offer no way of knowing
The storm died down but the waves kept growing
Restless and tongue-tied tired and torn
Longing for new eyes a way to prove 'em wrong

Oh gone
Be the nights of delusion
Oh gone
Be days of remorse

Desire the reckless
Call off the search for I'll let my guard down
Desire the reckless
Call off the search for I'll let my guard down
Call off the search for I'll let my guard down