The fire is winding down to embers
The night is finally ending
We send black lanterns into the sky
We're wending through the friendly night
And as we hold hands we wave this town
goodbye

All their ghosts are slowly leaving;
That one who never believed in you;
The ones who never cared.

"We waltz and dance through the ashy streets
All the shops black and a wave of golden leaves
Blows through the midnight quiet.
All the stuff that never meant anything to us,
never cared for us Is dwindling now. We shout
at the top of our voices And set black lanterns 
into the sky, and watch as the town dies."

We drive our cars off the end of the pier
And finally we sleep, with no sadness or fear.