We could be perfect one last night. And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight. And we can settle this affair. If you would shed your yellow take my hand. And then we'll solve the mystery. of laceration gravity. This riddle of revenge. Pplease understand it has to be this way and. Stand up fucking tall. Don't let them see your back. Take my fucking hand. and never be afraid again. We've only got one chance. to put this at in end. And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights. You said we're not celebrities. We spark and fade. They die by threes. I'll make you understand. And you can trade me for an apparition. Stand up fucking tall. Don't let them see your back. Take my fucking hand. and never.... Trust you said. Who put the words in your head. Oh how wrong we were to think. That immortality meant never dying. Stand.... Take my fucking hand.... Take my fucking.... Stand up fucking tall. Don't let them see your back. Take my fucking hand. and never be afraid again. Just because my hands are around your throat!