Giddy with delight
Seeing what's to come

The image of the dead
Dead-ends in my mind

Policeman swear to god
Love seeping from their guns
I know my friends and I
Would probably turned and run
If you get out of bed
Come find us standing
On the bridge
Bring a stone
All the rage
My little dark age

I grieve in stereo
The stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide
It doesn't go away
If you get out of bed
And find me standing
All alone
Open-eyed
Burn the page
My little dark age