Besedila: Lights. Romance Is.

You're three sides of my eight-sided circle
Two lovers juxtaposed with doorways
Broken window frames color her eyes in with black lines

Let it all run down
Let it all run down

It's one way to opt for
A horizon, 'cause in my opinion
It's one way to say we're abandoned
And we don't belong here at all

There's no explanation or forewarning
Underneath all the crimson linings
We approach the streets with a clear conscience--we'll survive

Let it all fall down
Let it all fall down

It's one way to opt for

A horizon and not to mention
It's one way to say we're abandoned
And we don't belong here at all

And romance just is...

Slow it all down, the damage is done
Play the music loud, don't make a sound
Let's raise a toast to a sad story
In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup
You made it--you made it hurt so bad
You made it hurt so bad

With a little poison
We can burn this whole place down
To the ground again...