| We’re high and dry from the spark
|
| So we hide and lie and we hope to lose control
|
| And we don’t know what we’re waiting for
|
| And we don’t know the truth anymore
|
| And we can’t see clearly through the fog
|
| And we’ll end up chasing ghosts
|
| End up chasing ghosts
|
| Well, outside these walls we’re criminals
|
| They chase us down, we’re singing hymnals
|
| And we tried so hard to cope
|
| We fell so many times, we learned to climb without a rope
|
| And we don’t know what we’re waiting for
|
| And we don’t know the truth anymore
|
| And we can’t see clearly through the fog
|
| And we’ll end up chasing ghosts
|
| Well outside these walls we’re criminals
|
| They chase us down, we’re singing hymnals
|
| If somebody told me this was a calling I wouldn’t hang it up to dry
|
| If somebody told me I shouldn’t be stalling I wouldn’t feed the world a lie
|
| Well, outside these walls we’re criminals
|
| And they chase us down, we’re singing hymnals |