Tuesday came and I feigned happy I'm so lonely here This thing between my lungs is making me so tired It's bleeding me
You know me, and how I hate this We've said enough for now Although it's been three hours we haven't spoke at all
Oh, inside this empty cabinet Nothing shines in here
On the edge of night We look down on our streets and houses You felt sick so I drove back And if we go back to stars we won't need any money We won't need these poor hearts
This crowd incites my riots I'll try to calm them down Criminals compound my weakness I'm barley hanging on
They're bleeding me Oh, why can't I feel it? Nothing hurts down here
On the edge of night We look down on our streets and houses You felt sick so I drove back And if we go back to starts we won't need any money We won't need these poor hearts
