Текст: Johnny Foreigner. Criminals.

We traded our secrets for shortcuts and blankets
We mapped out our futures as crowds drew around us
Held artless embraces like gaslight romantics
Who never expected the end so soon.

(Ah)
With the cold dead eyes of ex-ramshackle DJs
Falling off the plane like, I'm sorry how you missed the parade
(We drifted apart, we drifted apart)
Picking through the rubble with the ghosts of the Astoria
(So leave the wrecking ball)
Let the bodies in the club match the bodies in the ground
Say NEVER. NEVER!

Misplace yr confidence
These boys are only atoms
Here's happy hour for the wallflowers;
Where do I stand?
Misplace yr confidence
These rooms won't always be this dark
Here's happy hour for the wallflowers

So yr town's run by criminals
Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
They sold you out, they sold you out
Yr town's run by criminals
Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
You're almost all, you're almost all that's left

(Ah)
There's so many shards that some are bound to fall together
Shooting from the roof while the record stores are crumbling
(We drifted apart, we drifted apart)
Saving up yr time, saving yr sick days for something
(So let the sparks fly)
Let the length of the queue, let the length of yr skirt say NEVER. NEVER!

Misplace yr confidence
These boys are only atoms
Here's happy hour for the wallflowers;
Where do I stand?
Misplace yr confidence
These rooms won't always be this dark
Here's happy hour for the wallflowers

So yr town's run by criminals
Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
They sold you out, they sold you out
Yr town's run by criminals
Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
You're almost all, you're almost all that's left

(I wish cameras could capture this)

Yr town's run by criminals
Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
They sold you out, they sold you out
Yr town's run by criminals
Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?
Yr town's run by criminals
You're almost all, you're almost all that's left