Outside it's nighttime and you're mine again Red lights and thick frost are clothing all the land Your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car Our eyes exhausted, still begging for more Engraved in wildness, have we gone too far? Somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power This road is a snake skin, glittering and bald Like a reptile, that gash the frozen soil
The world is not ours But faster than the rain We cut the night
We're random bullets, love Shot by some drunken god Guilty only, of growing old
Hours like fires, burning our beliefs Soon the sun will rise up and sew us in its dreams Forgetting that we're sailors, without wind in our sails Twins by the heartbeat until the morning brakes Dismissed in dizziness, and begging for more Have we ever noticed that nothing last for ever? Faces toward the sky, 'cause the unknown is sublime Printing every hour in polaroids of mine
The world is not ours But faster than the rain We cut the night
We're random bullets, love Shot by some drunken god Oh guilty only, oh guilty only Of growing old, of growing old Of growing old, of growing old Of growing old
Hours like fires, burning our beliefs Truth is right there baby, even if we bleed Night roads are coal coats on the muscles Of the world, leading us to nowhere 'Cause nowhere is our home Nowhere is our home Oh guilty only, of growing old
We're random bullets, love The world is not ours But faster than the rain
We cut the night We're random bullets, love The world is not ours But faster than the rain We cut the night