Lights out. I'm falling into you.
And how, staining patterns on the moon.
And now, even out the rising doubt,
To be bloody and serene.
(I'm falling into you...)
That said, idol dye the red sheets white.
You'll see... You were meant to be,
Something more âmore than morning could afford.
That said, I'm not keeping up.
(Sparkle and fade...)
I'll be watching.