Will you still come visit me in my dreams?
Drape our bodies with the silver screen
We were made for microphones.
Kick the door in break what you’re entering
Paper thin walls echo as we sing
We were made for microphones.
Dark skies, white lies
Images before us come undone
Sicker than our sickest secrets
Too deep to sleep
When all i ever wanted was the one
I wanted you to help me keep it
Ahhh.
Oh oh
Ahhh.
In a cold war nobody ever wins.
Music is the whore who has no friends
She was made for microphones.
You can buy love borrow it from your soul
When the bank breaks you are not your own
Nowhere left to rest your bones.
White lies, star bright
Images before us come undone
Sicker than our sickest secrets.
Too deep to sleep
When all i ever wanted was some fun
I wanted you to help me keep it.
Ahhh.
Oh oh
Ahhh.