Thirty little crosses in a brand new bironYou don't know what that means to me anymore, all this talk about good behaviournBut they don't know that its you and me against the world, here waiting for the sun to disappear behind those treesnBe careful with menPleasenBe careful with menDirty little pictures from his worn out penthouse I'd put your photo up but I don't want to start another warnI kept the letters that you sent me so that when I get let out we'll finally meet and it's you and me against the world, here waiting for the sun to disappear behind those treesnThis is a warning...