And the light goes down.

The hills roll slow in Brooklyn town.

And the drum beats low.

The hills roll slow in Brooklyn town.

And the drum beats low.

When the light goes down,

The light goes.

The lights go.

The drum beats slow.

And the drum beats.

The drum beats.

The light goes down.

And the light goes.

The lights go.

The light goes.

When the world stops spinning,

And the moon is calling your name.

You’ve made bad decisions,

That have driven you insane.

Your bed is empty,

Screen blinking in shame.

3 worlds down,

Serpents breathing your name.

Smoke fills the room like a ghost.

Haunting with memories,

Nail ticks on the post.

Echoes in the still streets outside,

Lamppost shine reflecting the dive.

The hills roll slow in Brooklyn town.

And the drum beats low.

The hills roll slow in Brooklyn town.

And the drum beats low.

The drum beats low.

Low.

October sky spells cold,

California’s time to hold.

The horizon bleeds blue,

Yesterday’s mind now new.

Back to the rhythm of the night.

Dance to the rhythm of the dream.

Back to the rhythm of the dream.

Dance to the rhythm of the night.

Blue, green. What does it mean?

Yellow, too. Something new.

Back to middle of the end.

Where you don’t need to have any friends.

Back to the rhythm of the night.

Back to the rhythm of the dream.

Dance to the rhythm of the night.

Dance to the rhythm of the dream.

Dance to the rhythm of the night.

Dance to the rhythm of the dream.

When the beat goes down,

We won’t hold breath.

When the beat goes down,

We won’t hold breath.