The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
No one here gets out alive.
Man, I'm sick of doubt.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us