Well i think that there are those
Who push their fingers through
The shell of a wall
And make a hole to look out through
And they stare out
At the cinders of the world
With naked eyes
Knowing too much besides
Well tell me, who’s taking you home tonight?
Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desolation
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We should be dead long years before that grave leap
Well i think that there are those
Who push their fingers through
The shell of a wall
And make a whole to look out through
And they stare out
At the cinders of the world
With naked eyes
Knowing too much besides
Well tell me, who’s taking you home tonight?
Looking in and out
Knowing themselves
Heaven and hell
And too much else
Oh you, you break the shell
But tell me, who’s taking you home tonight
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