We've got to get out we're surrounded   by how far you might go and your dragging out your secrets   in hidden lives out on the coast   you can always go home if you can find your way and you're lucky   and hit all the gree nlights   I'm a child in my skeleton a ghost of my old life   we've got to get out on the summer days to fight   the loneliness and the fear the streets are so amazing   they never stay the same around here   we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky   its just an accident we don't collide   i'll find somewhere to hide at night   we cut our teeth on the leathery streets of suburban retreats   with the glass floor underneath i know your bones from your heart   to your shoulder like the clothes in your drawers   and the moments in between   we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky   it's just an accident we don't collide   i'll find somewhere that's out of sight