Fallen from grace
Like an angel whose place is asylum,
Little Napoleons everyone.
Banished in exile
If just for a little while longer,
Praying each day to be stronger.

It’s for our sake
That we don’t break
And I won’t take this for granted.
Did I tell you
That I want you
And I’ll haunt you ever after.

If words be the enemy
Then language be friend to me, sweetly
So that we may understand, you and me.
And send our condolences
To little Napoleon’s defences
'Cause they’re not as strong as our romance is.

It’s for our sake
That we don’t break
And I won’t take this for granted.
Did I tell you
That I want you
And I’ll haunt you ever after.

Homecoming heroes all
Those ones lucky to brave the fall
They’re wounded but standing tall
The tongue is mightier than the sword

So for our sake
Baby don’t break
And we won’t take this for granted.
Did I tell you
That I want you
And I’ll haunt you ever after.