Keeping on the outside
Glimmer in the moonlight
Only shadows stays where we are
Creeping on the edge of the dark
We feel warmth in the cold corners
Eyes on 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 thin glass
Smoldering in pitch black
Sand so thick you can’t see the stars
Can’t tell good and evil apart
We feel warms in the cold corners
Eyes on 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.
When it all goes up in flames
When it all goes up in flames
We’ll be the last ones,
When it all goes up in flames
We’ll be the last ones standing,
When it all goes up in flames,
We’ll be the last ones,
When it all goes up in flames,
We’ll be the last ones standing,
When it all goes up in flames,
We’ll be the last ones