Vs. 1 If I lose my hold on my knees when I roll down Lover's lane I become a stain On gravestones and caskets of all who didn't master The permanent fall When we lose it all as Chorus: Soldiers Fighting to join forces With angels now among us And be golden as an Army of kings Vs. 2 If I kiss the space where spies have replaced all Respect for kings And their broken rings Could I shine a light on those darkened liaisons Pulling us from The crowns we've won as Chorus (repeated)