: crt nation :

wicked hands and knowing lips
pouring through the lines
pictures blurred from time elapsed
reflect in our empty eyes

we're all laughing in our sleep

band together, face the night
we like the way you think
come here darling, fuss and fight
twirl with me around the brink

we're all laughing in our sleep

this could be the moment when we all fall apart
this could be the moment when we all fall apart

we can't allow them this