Twilight of all that we've become
Last light before the morning sun
All the stray alarms resound tonight
Headlights are staring down the road
Pitch black beyond the silver glow
Our conversation's locked up tight
And in the corner of my eye
There's something trying to apply
And in the campfire at a distance
There's a figure in the pyre
Off the record now, right?
Wrap it up in tinfoil
Off the record now, right?
Wear it like you're paranoid
Off the record now, right?
Feeling like a Tesla coil
Off the record now, right?
Power up in three-four
You keep telling me that maybe we should do something
And I keep telling you it's already done
If it was me behind the wheel
Then I would steer into the sea
And maybe put this fire out
By the horizon comes the Sun
So self-important on and on
As if the future's safe and sound
