(Jane, he's a freak)
(Well then so am I)
(And we'll always be freaks and we'll never be like other people)
(And you'll never be a freak 'cause you're just ... too perfect)

Late nights and bloodshot eyes,
clock ticking half past five,
we're barely breathing but we're still alive. Go!

Our plans are all laid out,
take all these unmarked roads,
we blaze the trails to places no one goes, yeah!

One last chance to go,
if I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go!
One last chance to go,
let's take it now in for the kill

In time we find ourselves,
back where we started from,
too weak to fight and much too tired [bad word]  yeah!

Before you swallow me
into your perfect life,
I'm not going out without a fight

One last chance to go,
if I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go!
One last chance to go,
let's take it now in for the kill

(If I had to leave tonight would [bad word] with me?)
(What?)
(If I had to go to New York, and live, tonight, would [bad word] with me?)

But this blueprint's faded grey
and here it seems like just yesterday
when we mapped out the details of our great escape,

But still these roads all beckon me
to uncover their mystery
but I fall like dead autumn leaves and let the jetstream carry me

One last chance to go,
if I don't leave tonight I never will, let's go!
One last chance to go