Her eyes, they paint the scene with a certain quality
Her sleepless nights spent plotting out the perfect alibi
She knows where she stands
Her head in her hands, she sings
Sweet filled nothings to keep you dancing
Her tears are streaming, the crowd keeps moving along
No change in the air, though the spores spread everywhere
Look in through the skylight, kiss her now for the last time
She knows where she stands
Her head in her hands, she sings
Sweet filled nothings to keep you dancing
Her tears are streaming, the crowd keeps moving along
But the scenery turns to [?]
And her body’s missing after the crush
Sweet filled nothings to keep you dancing
Her tears are streaming, the crowd keeps moving
Sweet filled nothings to keep you dancing
Her tears are streaming, the crowd keeps moving along