The lights go down, outside (before our cars collide). So we silhouette ourselves (in forty shades of fire). Do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you there..
Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium,. He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar.. With the flick of his wrists he turns words into melodies,. Chords into church bells, fill up the alleys..
She's the song that you tried to sing,. And the note that you couldn't hit.. So you locked her up in a music box,. And turned the key on all of us.. .