It's getting late. streets are empty.
Buildings spark, and then burn to the ground.
In this eclipse, the ghosts are hopeless.
Shapes and frames trapped in the grasp of ice
Glowing, gloaming i know nothing at all (x2)
We'll spread this ash all down queen street
Our relics pass in small gusts of wind
Our egos spill down dirty gutters
We'll watch the sky fill with smoke and take it in
Glowing, gloaming i know nothing at all (x2)
Young eyes ignite, burning city
No time to stop, life's so busy.