Keeping on the outside
Glamour in the moonlight
Burning shadows fell where we are
Creeping on the arch of the dark

We feel warmth in the cold corners
Eyes in the back of our heads
We roll out when the day is over
Chasing the silhouettes

When it all goes up in flames
Who'll be the last one standing?
Who'll be the last one
We'll be the last ones standing

Ceiling made of thin glass
Smoldering in pitch black
Since you think you can't see the stars
Can't tell great and evil apart

We feel warmth in the cold corners
Eyes in the back of our heads
We roll out when the day is over
Chasing the silhouettes

When it all goes up in flames
Who'll be the last one standing?
Who'll be the last one left?
We'll be the last ones standing
Will be the last ones left