I guess I can't believe you really came And that we're sitting on this pier See, I'm smiling That means I'm happy that you're here I stole this sweater from the costume shop It makes me look like Daisy Mae See, we're laughing I think we're gonna be okay

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What

Hey You, you lost your only friend You can't believe you're broken heart will ever mend But every mountain has its faces that'd make you want to stop On this so unwelcome journey from the bottom to the top I believe there's Something Beautiful to see I

This is your demise Bow down before me I never believed in you I never believed in you, in you I'll fucking find you What a way to end the world So he came forth and said unto me Son, you are forsaken Condemned for the sins that you led

We know the fire awaits unbelievers All of the sinners the same Girl, you and I will die unbelievers bound to the tracks of the train I'm not excited But should I be Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me? I know I love you And you

And I can't even close my eyes. And my baby, she can't be found. I believe this is the end. Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock in the morning Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied. I've looked all around me I've looked all

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

And I can't even close my eyes. And my baby, she can't be found. I believe this is the end. Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock in the morning Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied. I've looked all around me I've looked all