We enter rooms at midnight
With packages of lusts and stuff that no one could size up
This is not just a picture fixture encapsulated in your mind
It's a perfect romantic moment captured in time
No we are no sin
The room had burn holes with chemicals
That only medical tape could prescribe
And the walls had holes with souls that no one could describe
I'd like to think that maybe pieces of us are still there
It all went out the window when I saw you go...no we are no sin
So I took a souvenir, one that I gave to to you
And the other was put in my pocket till a wax judge would appear
Do you take the oath to commit and submit, I do
It sure was a night
Placing ourselves in our own graves
It sure was a night
These Arms Are Snakes released Run It Through The Dog on Tue Aug 12 2003.