Мэтт наливает — Кэтрин пьет. Между делом, разговор о странниках

Under investigation
lies a bitter heart.
Let the poison sink in, let it leave it’s mark.
There used to be a likeness, used to be a spark.
But communication
let it go too far.

Come closer. Deep down
you might like what I found.

I am not what I’ve done, what I’ve become.
The smoking gun.
Can’t fight these bad intentions.
[x2]

I thought I was the victim, I played it well.
Shifted through the reckage, couldn’t find myself.
I tried to be salvation, tried to make a change.
Oh, I’ve come too far
to look the other way.

Come closer. Deep down
you might like what I found.

I am not what I’ve done, what I’ve become.
The smoking gun.
Can’t fight these bad intentions.
[x2]

Just pull the trigger, I’ll take the pain.
You know you want him to.
You know you want him to.
Just pull the trigger, I’ll take the blame.
I’ll be the victim, just play the game.

I found a bitter heart.

I am not what I’ve done, what I’ve become.
The smoking gun.
Can’t fight these bad intentions.
[x2]

Just pull the trigger, I’ll take the pain.
Can’t fight these bad intentions.