Teksty: River City Rebels. Hate To Be Loved. Bloody April.

I can rip down those photos,
And bury your memory,
But the truth is you stained my heart
With your neon dreams.
I guess I'm just a lovesick casualty
Jonesin' for that other half.
Shattered on 9th avenue,
New York City,
Heartbreak city.
New York City.

Boys don't and I won't, so just walk on by.
Through treason and reason you'll always be my bloody April.

Ain't lady luck mama.
I bet and lost it all.
Nothing I can say will change a thing.
Nothing I can do will prove to you,
That everything reminds me, everything reminds me, everything reminds me of you.
I can tell ya I'd shed a tear,
But that pretty face would say it all.
Your emotions are hidden like fears,
Where no one's gonna find them.

I'll miss those scars.

Boys don't and I won't, so just walk on by.
Through treason and reason you'll always be my bloody April.
Boys don't and I won't, so just walk on by.
Through treason and reason you'll always be my bloody April.
Bloody April.
Bloody April.

Goodbye.