Being brave got in the way Of recognizing missteps we've made So we said goodbye to moonlit eyes And met the morning and its flood of light Gripped the thorns of the rose Cherished the beautiful pain it holds Something so fragile and flawed At least we know it's pure Veins and veils have their place As a way out of our past mistakes Veins and veils have their place As a way out of our past mistakes Being brave got in the way Of recognizing missteps we've made So we said goodbye to moonlit eyes And met the morning and its flood of light Gripped the thorns of the rose To cherish the beautiful pain it holds Something so fragile and flawed At least we know it's pure Blood in my veins Says it's never too late Blood in my veins Says it's never too late Veins and veils have their place As a way out of our past mistakes Veins and veils have their place As a way out of our past mistakes