| Tonight, we're washing off the blood. | |
| Tonight, tonight. | |
| And I've tried to give you what you want | |
| What is it that you want? | |
| Day spent with not a word to say | |
| Routine, red lie. | |
| So jump, we'll sit and burn a lie | |
| We'd rather burn than fight. | |
| But I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| We've become so good at fooling all | |
| We think twice and always turn around, | |
| A comfortable frown | |
| So jump but sit and burn a lie | |
| There's no wrong, no right. | |
| And I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long | |
| No I ain't gonna be here too long, too long |