We'll be waiting in the lobby guns in hand and crawling on the ceiling. You ain't got no fucking secrets, baby. We stole them in your sleep, now give the stars a rest and get in bed. Less talk More silence Less calm More violence Like a ghost's eyes green with envy, this hallway is a gasp And rumor has it you're in love. Rumor has it you're no tragedy. Rumor has it there's no gravity in rumor.