Tiptoe past the graveyard
On our best behavior
We’re too young to die
Too gorgeous and way too high
Don’t dwell on the tragic
When we went through traffic
They all fall in line
All part of a grand design
Is there nothing sacred
Your love your hatred
Your life and your death
I’ll love you till your last breath
We’ve got all the time in the world
To kill
And we’re just empty vessels for the words
To fill
Well now that we’re sober
I’m coming over
To your side of town
I’ve written everything down
I’m bringing my notebooks
I’m digging in my hooks
My page is on the floor
You’re the one that I wrote it for
Not getting my hopes up
I’m keeping my mouth shut
I don’t mind the wait
Oh what’s one more day
When we’ve got all the time in the world
To kill
And we’re just empty vessels for the words
To fill
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it uuuuup
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it uuuuup
I can pull the levers
I can grind the gears
I can bring this contraption to life
Or we can cut the cables and leave it all here
Disappear into the night
When daylight approaches
We won’t even notice
We’ll crawl under the wire
In our formal attire
And one thing is for sure
We got what we payed for
The pleasure and the pain
They are starting to feel the same
With infinite patience
We’ll turn and we’ll face this
You’ll never be alone
Out into the great unknown
We’ve got all the time in the world
To kill
And we’re just empty vessels for the words
To fill
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it up
Fill it up fill it uuuuup
Fill it up fill it up (We’ve got)
Fill it up fill it up (all the time)
Fill it up fill it uuuuup (in the world to kill)
We’re just empty vessels for the words
To fill