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

 [bad word] 
Taken down by tumbling stones
In a thousand years they'll find my bones
Blood means ink when [bad word] around
You write my story in the ground
I should've given you a warning sign
My veins are the sewers of this town

 [bad word] 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