It's eighteen o'clock, she's taking a walk. It's just getting dark on the trail through the heart of Lurker Park. She tastes like a drawl, her face like a doll. She gets what she wants. She'll get what she wants
Ooh, but she can't find him now
He sleeps with a clock that keeps ringing off. And people, they talk of the sound and his knack for getting drunk. She knows what she wants, he's everything she's not. She can't brush it off, she can't shake it off
Ooh, and so she slips into the dark and disappears down the path to Lurker Park
Braving the loss, embracing the flaws. You're facing the stars, and breaking the fall. Here's to the cause