Kisses blow in the filmy wind

I feed off the mood you're in

Faces alert, bodies slack

We drone like the flies around us

You can't see the sky from here

I'll take you at your word

We got away with murder

Look up, a clear blue sky

Look up, a clear blue sky

I'm alone in the gleaming whiteness

You drone through your dirty secrets

And when I wake up, you'll be gone

I'll take you at your word

We got away with murder

Look up, a clear blue sky

Look up, a clear blue sky

I love you like a bitch's son

I love you like a bitch's son

But it's too late to trust anyone