Taking my last breath before the sun goes out,
holding your head up, hoping you'd come down,
she came to the city, fell down by the roadside.

I don't need a second chance to analyse,
where you are heading, why you are leaving overnight.

I heard a new silence was hanging above you,
a set of instructions, and plans that would fall through,
and out of a window, somebody I once knew.

Second guessing where you are heading overnight,
when you get there I'll be waiting with tired eyes.

I don't need a second chance to analyse,
where you are heading, why you are leaving overnight.

Oooooh,
oooooh.