Well, there is a tear inside the fabric that she is sewing

And the needle pulls the thread so tight

And it won't let go

Yeah, there is a lie behind the truth that she is showing

It's a truth that's so damned pretty

She just can't let it all show

And there is a part he never told you to the story

About the bomb exploding deep inside his heart

Where every search for words turns into an, "I'm sorry"

Where evеry stupid deed becomes a work of art

Oh, it's his work of art

Oh, yeah

And wе see the first sign of starlight

Oh, look at all those people going home

But if we can make it 'til sunrise

This liquid night might just have something we don't

We don't need to leave this behind, yeah

Well, there is a constant circle moving around in the ocean

And every castle made of sand will be taken down

You know there is a sad and endless beauty to the notion

That all of those castles will be singing while they drown

And there is an old man who's out walking along the highway

And in his face a thousand futures, all run out

And when he sees you he says

"Hey, you going my way?"

And you whisper, "Yes, there never was a single doubt"

No there was never a doubt

No, no, no

And we see the first sign of starlight

Oh, look at all of those people going home

But if we can make it 'til sunrise

This liquid night might just have something we don't

Don't need to leave behind

You're on the outside

I'm on the inside looking out

You're on the inside

I'm on the outside looking in

What if everything that you wished for came true? What if everything that you wanted you had?

What if time was yours to use

Just the way that you wanted to?

Oh, and what if life was in the palm of your hand?

You're on the outside

I'm on the inside looking out

You're on the inside

I'm on the outside looking in

You're on the outside

I'm on the inside looking out

You're on the inside

I'm on the outside looking in

And as your streetlight joins the millions in the city

And all of those city lights turn secretly to gold

Well, sometimes the magic in her blood, it ain't so pretty

Sometimes the heat in all this flesh can be so cold