Besedila: Holly Brook. Like Blood Like Honey. Wanted.

Painted eyes and empty streets are taking it down
Selling perfect tragedies without a sound
Faded roses scattered on the ground tonight, oh

I will be wanted, I will not fall from grace
Daylight has waited just to live upon your face
I won't be haunted, I will not sleep to dream
All that I wanted has been right in front of me

Now that I am coming to black from the fight
Shaking out the dusty blue into the night
There will be no waving of the white tonight, oh

I will be wanted, I will not fall from grace
Daylight has waited just to live upon your face
I won't be haunted, I will not sleep to dream
All that I wanted has been right in front of me

All the hell just gets me higher than before
Oh, now an angel has come knocking on my door
To tell me I can fly

I will be wanted, I will not fall from grace
Daylight has waited just to live upon your face
I, I won't be haunted, I will not sleep to bleed
All that I wanted has been right in front of me