Some kind of moonlight Tomorrow is a big day High hopes and champagne Subways and avalanches Fear is the ending We only know beginnings Ringside with you Nothing can go wrong
Taken down by tumbling stones In a thousand years they'll find my bones Blood means ink when you come around You write my story in the ground I should've given you a warning sign My veins are the sewers of this town
Here comes your future with the weight of ancient danger Flowers and dancing
Blank spaces in the conversation Glassy eyes, old people dying to go home Stillborn child , everything is fine
Taken down by tumbling stones In a thousand years they'll find my bones Blood means ink when you come around You write my story in the ground I should've given you a warning sign My veins are the sewers of this town
You write my story in the ground I should've given you a warning sign
You write my story in the ground I should've given you a warning I should've given you a warning