It kills the lights with a million ghostly hands The girls all smile then crack like broken glass and if it comes apart, we know our friends will carry us home with our circadian hearts, we know we're love's last, leaden hope and hey, now. . .weren't you graceful? and hey, now. . .weren't we sad? the silver giants in fading photographs and if we pull it off, they'll throw a velvet rope around us and they'll hang us up by our hopeless heartstrings we'll cross our hearts with our ageing, aching bones we'll blow our cover, and we'll go quietly we'll come alive in our ancient, aching bones heaven's blue lovers, yeah we'll go quietly