Made of chrome they celebrate
We just sleep on holiday
And when in doubt they grow on me
Been on the phone since yesterday.

And your face, that feels the world
And all the things you could've seen
It's all the same
You're all the same
With a breeze calms the storm
Then you hope we washed away
It's all the same
You're all the same.

In a row stood seperately
Under fire but not for me
To this sound come rolling in
To a home we make believe.

And your face, that feels the world
And all the things you could've seen
It's all the same
You're all the same
With breeze calms the storm
Then you hope we washed away
It's all the same
You're all the same
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again
I'm on my own again
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again
I'm on my own again.

And your face, that feels the world
And all the things you could've seen
It's all the same
You're all the same
With a breeze calms the storm
Then you hope we washed away
It's all the same
You're all the same
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again
I'm on my own again
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again
I'm on my own again