Stranded in this spooky town, stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down. This floor is crackling cold. He took my heart, I think he took my soul. With the moon I run, far from the carnage of the fiery sun.
Driven by the strangled vein. Showing no mercy, I do it again. Open up your eye, you keep on crying, baby, I'll bleed you dry. The skies are blinking at me, I see a storm bubbling up from the sea.
And it's coming closer.
You, shimmy shook my bone, leaving me stranded all in love on my own. Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby, where do I sleep? Feel so good but I'm old, 2000 years of chasing taking its toll.
And it's coming closer.
