Bodies stumbling out of clubs Silhouettes of lonely thugs So let's play I can found love (And nothing what I'm doing here) Couldn't holy poetries of a times It's the brightly and the blighted Stumbling through each other lives (and nothing what I'm doing here) (They come alive in the night) Breath slowly (They come alive in the night... empty people!) I'm invisible (They come alive in the night) tired and lonely (They come alive in the night... empty people!) It's nothing physical, and nothing what of I'm doing here and nothing what I'm doing here
Ignorance is bless, I didn't why I sign for this Surround by small town politics (and nothing what I'm doing here) Naively avoiding real life, turning pages to survive Every little emotion burn my eyes (and nothing what I'm doing here) (They come alive in the night) Breath slowly (They come alive in the night... empty people!) I'm invisible (They come alive in the night) tired and lonely (They come alive in the night... empty people!) It's nothing physical, and nothing what I'm doing here and nothing what I'm doing here
Empty people, stumbling through the night Empty people, stumbling content just to survive Empty people, avoiding real life Empty people, hoping to collide Empty people, stumbling through the night Empty people, stumbling content just to survive Empty people, avoiding real life Empty people, hoping to collide and nothing what I'm doing here