Will lunacy ever take her eyes off me and let this old soul go back home? She’s been knocking off the shops, she’s been picking at the locks She’s been overwhelmed with a sense of shame She’s been slipping down the street, she’s been unplugging the leaks In the hope that something can wash this feeling off She says we never watch the sunrise, so how do we know it’s the day? We could be just losing our minds I really hope that, for her sake, for her sake, she’s right Will lunacy ever take her eyes off me and let this old soul go back home … through the streets we roam There’s bodies bleeding in the East, whilst the rest of London sleeps She making deals with every run away and rag-a-tag Cuz Daddy’s drinking dry each fix, got some guilt ‘bout what he did And Mother’s changed her name, address and destiny and left Luna living off the streets, jumping guns and sharing sheets Holding out for someone she hopes that she never finds But she don’t care because her light side shines golden when the dawn breaks through And it feels like she’s losing her mind I really hope that, for her sake, for her sake, she’s right Will lunacy ever take her eyes off me and let this old soul go back home? … through the streets we roam