I'm hearing the painted
World of the sky sky
Where the gamble is the runway
That leads to the mountain
And the inmates sounds
Always remain open
As they stare into the abyss

I don't know anything
That feels like this
No, I don't know anything
That hits like this
No, I don't know anything
(I don't know anything)
That feels like this kiss

Underlit by savage fire
Motorway Casablanca
Where the tunnel to suburbia
Is opening soon
And the lone shooter lies unseen on the rooftop
And stares into the abyss

I don't know anything
That feels like this
No, I don't know anything
That hits like this
No, I don't know anything
(I don't know anything)
That feels like this kiss