Bullets and black lines

Tripping over fallen hearts
I don't wanna be the same, not tonight
'cause I'm sprawled across the pavement
street lights won't save me anymore
tripping over fallen hearts not
not tonight
I'm breathless, breathless
(when its so powerful)
I'm not dreamin' now

'cause streets become hallways
sometimes turns always
looked at the picture,
pulse on the trigger
staring to bullet holes and...

over and over again
where did we wrong?
an escape route's closing
in a beat, a breath, a second
and I can't scream anymore

'cause streets become hallways
sometimes turns always
looked at the picture,
pulse on the trigger
staring to bullet holes and black lines