We've got heroes to bury the youngest child
Can't leave it to the strangers
A fascination trapped unbearable tonite
Knowing every bullet finds a body
There's no way we can play it safe now
So pick your battles carefully
And if attractions' changing
We'll guide our missiles providing light
And with angels on our shoulders
We'll turn fantasy into facts
But we can't reward ourselves for this
Will these dry eyes be televised
As a substitute for the ill-advised
Nothing's strange about this escape
Nothing's strange about this escape
The stolen light that we confiscate
