text: La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da
  We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids
  Culture forbids
  We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is
  Fall off the grid
  We live for the nights decor
  It reveals what we dream of
  I know theres someone at the door
  They called for help, of this Im sure
  But do I want to say goodbye
  To all the glowing eyes?
  Im holding on to what I know
  And what I know, I must let go
  But I would rather play a song
  For the eyes to sing along
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da 
  La, la, da, da 
  La, la, da, da, da 
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  We all know somebody who knows somebody whos doing great
  I know some people who know people who are flying straight
  But Ill kindly enter into rooms of depression
  While ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again
  We live for the nights decor
  It reveals what we dream of
  I know theres someone at the door
  They called for help, of this Im sure
  But do I want to say goodbye
  To all the glowing eyes?
  Im holding on to what I know
  And what I know, I must let go
  But I would rather play a song
  For the eyes to sing along
  This room is far too dark for us to stay around
  Redemptions not that far, and darkness is going down
  This room is far too dark, for us to stay around
  Redemptions not that far, and darkness is going down
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da, da, da
  La, la, da, da
  La, la, da
  Im holding on to what I know
  And what I know, I must let go
  But I would rather play a song
  For the eyes to sing along
  Their eyes will sing along, long, long
  Make them stop
  Make them stop
  Make them stop
  Make them stop
  Make them stop