what a fantastic lie
that the blackest of hours has no witness
except for the traffic signs
flashin' to thrill the sky
oh, but what they don't know
there's something that's leading me on
over the wall
at night
while you're away
willingly hypnotized
by the glow of an arrogant idol
cast them a weary eye
tell them they're steppin' high
oh, but what they don't know
there's nothing that's leading them on
over the wall
at night
while you're away
all of my sins are mine
so that talk never feels she's entitled
I feel like my words have died
under the heel of time
oh, but what they don't know
that something's still leading me on
over the wall
at night
while you're away
how long will you be away

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