Dear

friends

of

this

a-

ca-

de-

my

o

Ro-

me-

o

is

blee-

ding

to

death

To

see

a friend

bleed

to

death,

what

for

Some

kind

of

me-

ta-

phor

that

I

can't

see?

So

I'll

drink

un-

til

I

see

it.

This

sky

will

make

me

sick

So I'll

give

up

on

you

I'll

give

up

on

this

This

sky

will

make

me

sick

So I'll

give

up

on

this

I'll

give

up

on

you

Ar-

chers

in

your

ar-

ches

Raise

your

fin-

gers

for

the

last

sa-

lute

And

bleed

this

sky-

li-

ne

dry

Your

his-

to-

ry

is

mine

So

you

want

to

hold

me

up

and

bring

me

down

Yes,

you

want

to

hold

me

up

and

break

me

down

I

don't

care

for

your

sweet

scent

Or

the

way

you

want

me

more

than

I

want

you

I

don't

care

for

your

sweet

scent

Or

the

way

you

want

me

more

than

I

want

you

Ar-

chers

in

your

ar-

ches

Raise

your

fin-

gers

for

the

last

sa-

lute

And

bleed

this

sky-

li-

ne

dry

Your

his-

to-

ry

is

mine

Ar-

chers

in

your

ar-

ches

Raise

your

fin-

gers

for

the

last

sa-

lute

And

bleed

this

sky-

li-

ne

dry

Your

his-

to-

ry

is

mine

It's

all

mine

It's

all

mine

It's

all

mine

Ar-

chers

in

your

ar-

ches

Raise

your

fin-

gers

for

the

last

sa-

lute

And

bleed

this

sky-

li-

ne

dry

Your

his-

to-

ry

is

mine

Ar-

chers

in

your

ar-

ches

Raise

your

fin-

gers

for

the

last

sa-

lu-

te

And

bleed

this

sky-

li-

ne

dry

Your

his-

to-

ry

is

mine