Parachutes — I’m a steamin’ son of a gun lyrics

Lyrics

could you please stand up and get your fists in front of me this is the last dance you will have to dance
the last knife you will ever have to swallow
if this is the only way to show you a blood red dance floor
then I should take my hand to tear you down
how many hearts have you spread among to?
we forced to listen, listen like I am how many hearts are still unbroken
but oh so guilty, guilty like I am to be as broken as I am
where is your will to survive?
where is the impulse
that takes us to the final cut
the final cut
the final cut