We might be leaving, for good not for a change
The sheltering ports of irony
The glamorous emptiness of the promenades
The vagueness and obscurity
I see the lights of this town faintly glittering above the waves
There's a radio [bad word] in

Are we in this together?
Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed
For the things we accidentaly broke

Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists

There is more to be healed than was first assumed
When the tragedies occur in such an inartistic manner
An amateurish timing and we kiss [bad word] There is more to be revealed, more oceans to be sounded
There's no bottom to what we don't know

Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists

We might be right, we might be wrong
Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed
For the things we accidentaly broke
The [bad word] about us is endless as are the lies
We might be right, we might be wrong