dichotomy

They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...

Will you close your eyes and believe what they say;

Or will you shock them all, just turn away?

Not today.

 
I'll tell you I'm wearing a bulletproof vest
And I know you'll be aiming right for my chest
 
The collision of your kiss that has made this so damn hard.
 
I lost my fear of falling; I will be with you sooner than you could ever imagine.