One, two, three, four.
Turn the lights off.
And get ready to steal the city back.
And the mother eyes never touch their shadows.
Don't you hear the radio?
It says she's walking to the midnight
and bitch shooting down the highway.
La la la la la.
La la la la la.
So we can.
You
run above the sky and search for the right trait.
You swim like fish through the night until the birds sing.
Now they are singing all to the house.
Nothing is hushed up
into the house.
Nothing is hushed up
into the house.
