Friend, it's getting late
We should be going
We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours
while I am cracking their cracking, you are deciphering me
for i am a mystery, I am a locked room in a tall tower
 [bad word] 
Oh can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?
Oh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?

Your telescope eyes see everything clearly
My vision is blurred but i know what i heard echoing all around
while I am tuning you in, you are deciphering me
not such a mystery, not such a faint in a far away sound
 [bad word] 

{BRIDGE}
It's love, it's love that holds us
We will be alright
It's [bad word]  it's [bad word] that shows us
If we'll walk in it's {his} light