Ahhhh

There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come
There's a hundred dead cities outside
Waiting for the night to come

Ahhhh

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, lose a little

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, hurt a little

You weren't made for this place
But it's not your fault
I don't know if it's all made up
You weren't made for this place
But it's not your fault

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, lose a little

Move a little, turn a little
Break a little, hurt a little