Dead stars This is where they all go to die The low, dim celestial overpass Relics, cast in the corners As shadows drift across the cold basement wall
Fade lights I'm not coming back Sail on by Sleep forever
The attic's cold And cold is the comfort received The black window, a frame to the night In this solitude, no one will find me Dancing on the edge of eternity
Fade lights I'm never coming back Sail on by Sleep forever
