We've got to get out we're surrounded by how far you might go and your dragging out your secrets in hidden lives out on the coast you can always go home if you can find your way and you're lucky and hit all the gree nlights I'm a child in my skeleton a ghost of my old life we've got to get out on the summer days to fight the loneliness and the fear the streets are so amazing they never stay the same around here we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky its just an accident we don't collide i'll find somewhere to hide at night we cut our teeth on the leathery streets of suburban retreats with the gla** floor underneath i know your bones from your heart to your shoulder like the clothes in your drawers and the moments in between we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky it's just an accident we don't collide i'll find somewhere that's out of sight