Chasing down the night sky
Chasing down the gold dust
Beneath the blinking lights
In the middle of the concrete fires
Chasing down the night sky
From the shadow of a trembling height
It's normal to be gun-shy
Staring at the land of black gold
Buildings running to the sky
They're bolted to the heavens
I'll trade in whispered words
I'll trade in whispered words
All night
Skin tight
I can't get my sleep
All night
Skin tight
It's keeping me awake
All night
Skin tight
I can't get my sleep
All night
Skin tight
It's keeping me awake