Keeping on the outside Glimmer in the moonlight Only shadows go where we are Creeping on the edge of the dark
We feel warmth in the cold corners Eyes in the back of our heads We roll out when the day's over Chasing silhouettes
When it all goes UP IN FLAMES When it all goes UP IN FLAMES When it all goes UP IN FLAMES When it all goes UP IN FLAMES We'll be the last ones standing We'll be the last ones We'll be the last ones standing
City made of thing glass Smoldering in pitch black Sand so thick you can't see the stars Can't tell good and evil apart
We feel warmth in the cold corners Eyes in the back of our heads We roll out when the day's over Chasing silhouettes