Before I trace out a plan in the moonlight's reflection
My shadow doubles but I reflect no reaction
A distant cry, a turning eye, a quick decision
I make the getaway (I make the getaway)
The plan will have to wait (the plan will have to wait)
Where do I need to be to get through this scene
Where fear renders me so threatened?
You can catch me with the floodlights on
I'm surrounded, there's got to be
A believer on the firing line
If I have any hope to survive
All my life I've seen
In a maze in this place
In the shadows they case
While I sleep in the cloak of the Sun
With crashing eyes, we both reach for our lives
Holding triggers, but we are both afraid to fall
Oh, we don't need a skin and bones gone
Pull your eyes out
Still you're left alone
In your native
Skin and bones gone
Pull your eyes out
Still you're left alone
In your native
Skin and bones gone
Pull eyes out
Still you're alone
In your native
It can't be too late
It's never too late
