You started out fresh with your axe on your shouldersnOne hand in another, cleverly stewn.nWho would have thought that it'd be six years later,nAnother mistake and you're out on your own.nnSo do you think that they will still listen?nStill come see the shows and still sing along?nWho would have thought that it'd be six years later,nWe'd still be playing the same riffs and songsnnWe're an army of hearts, too bold to dishearten,nToo heavy to crumble, too big to tear down,nShe will try till her last dying day,nTo take what we love and burn it to the ground.nnSo lets lay it out, we'll take it from the topnand try a change of pace,nYou'll do your best to stop, but the fact remains the same:nWe're an army of hearts, and watch out for the break...nand listen to the songs and don't you dare forget the name.nn[Chorus]nn“I'll never go away,” she said,nMy heart and my hands still holding her head.nTwo more hours ‘till I'm out of her bed,nOne more night of this and I'll be dead.nn[Chorus]