I'm so tired of my own dreams
The only way to keep myself awake
Is by faking
Reality
This night has come to take us downtown
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm in ecstatic state
The battleships of mine
Will come in peace to find the girl I've lost
Blow the whistle
Love is a riddle
If I could
I'd turn back the night
To the ones we used to be
To the ones we ought to be
If I could
I'd turn back the night
To the ones who can use it more
Than we do now
Turn back the night
Electric drums
Flamboyant ones
Leading myself astray
But I'm so tired of my own genes
The only way to reach for harmony
Is by faking
Enormously
If I could
I'd turn back the night
To the ones we used to be
To the ones we ought to be
If I could
I'd turn back the night
To the ones who can use it more
Than we do now
Turn back the night
If I could
I'd turn back the night
To the ones we used to be
To the ones we ought to be
Turn back the night
Turn back the night
Turn back the night
Turn back the night