Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Today I may bleed but tonight you will die
Snatched in your sleep, in the blackest night
You buried the truth under layers of lies
There's no return, now you've crossed the line
KEEP UP, I'M TOO FAST, I'M TO FAST
PUSH MY FOOT UP ON THAT PETAL THEN I'M GONE
KEEP UP ON MY TRACK, ON MY TRACK
BOY, I'LL DUST YA, KEEP MY NUMBERS GOING STRONG