What a fantastic lie
That the blackest of hours has no witness
Except for the traffic signs,
Flashin' to thrill the sky

Oh, but what they don't know,
That something's been leading me on,
Over the wall,
at night
While you're away

Willingly hypnotized
By the glow of an arrogant idol
Cast them a weary eye,
Tell them they're steppin' high

Oh, but what they don't know,
There's nothing that's leading them on,
Over the wall,
At night
While you're away

All of my sins are mine,
so that talk never feels she's entitled
I feel like my words have died,
Under the heel of time

Oh, but what they don't know,
This thing is still leading me on,
Over the wall,
How long,
will you be away?

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