Grow to be cold
Voices leave their mark
Hear the message sent
I'm desperate for accident
This might serve a purpose
If we're acting naturally
Through these vacant streets
This exile wears the midnight light
Desperate for accidents
Because we could be all around
We would be the people
That never leave the ground
I remember when privacy meant I wanted you to intrude
No written safe-keeping or drunken interlude
Just certain exile
Certain exile from today
Grow to be cold
Voices leave their mark
I'm desperate for accident
Because we could be all around
We would be the people
That never leave the ground
I remember when privacy meant I wanted you to intrude
No written safe-keeping or drunken interlude
Just certain exile
Certain exile from today
I remember when privacy meant I wanted you to intrude
No written safe-keeping or drunken interlude
Just certain exile
Certain exile from today