How did you become
The girl with the gun
Staring from my magazine
Beautiful eyes
Would rather be blind
Than burn with what they’ve seen
When did you submerge?
When will you emerge
From the other side of the wall?
When will we collide?
When did you decide I’m nothing?
When will I fall?
She said “I’m the one asking the questions here
Can’t you see its dragging us down
If I don’t get the answers I came for
One of us is going to drown
If it falls to you
What are we going to do?”
Where did you come from
My girl with the gun
I wonder what you left behind
Do you still belong
Where did we go wrong
Are you doing this in spite (of yourself)?
Are you the girl
With the fate of my world
In your plans?
Why are you the girl
With the weight of the world
In your hands?
She said “Don’t ask so many questions
Can’t you see we’re sinking with their weight
Just give me the answers I’m looking for
And I’ll simply float away
If it falls to you
What are you going to say
A face so full of questions
I think we’re sinking with their weight
I can’t give you the answers you’re looking for
So fire away….
If it falls to you
Who are you going to save?
