3 a.m. on a weekday night, not really sure where I am It all made sense just a moment ago, this world of strange pretend People dancing on a streaming flow, never enough, always wanting for more When will we pay for the moments we stole, a desperate prayer to a god unknown Here we are Here we are Here we are together, in our lonely search for truth Salvation would be great, but really anything will do People dancing on a streaming flow, never enough, always wanting for more When will we pay for the moments we stole, a desperate prayer to a god unknown Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are
