What if this storm ends? As you are now And I don't see you The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance Just for a minute

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got a secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,

What if this storm ends? As you are now And I don't see you The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance Just for a minute