| He called me late last night, |
| Saying he found something or someone |
| It wasn’t clear, or maybe I wasn’t totally awake |
| I wish I’ve been |
| The lights are flowing down |
| The lights are flowing down |
| Right down over the edge |
| Right down over the edge |
| Of another night |
| Everything seems so blurry at times |
| As if the world was falling on its knees |
| As if the skyline was stretching somehow |
| Are we all the same |
| Underneath… |
| The lights are flowing down |
| Skyline just hit the ground |
| We’re standing over the edge |
| All yearning over the edge |
| Of another night |
| Of another night |
| Just another night |
| Just another night |
| He said thank you, or sorry, I don’t know |
| He sounded good… at peace… |
| He didn’t say much, I wish he had |
| At least, for just another night |
| The lights are flowing down |
| Skyline just hit the ground |
| Our shadows are the ghosts |
| Our shadows are the ghosts |
| I’ve seen every color |
| Felt every shiver of the city |
| As much as a son, I’ve never felt at home |
| The water keeps its course as the buildings |
| Are stretching through the sky, |
| The sky is fading underneath, |
| Like a soul kneeling for peace, |
| A thousand cries without a tear |
| We’re craving whispers, dressed with fears |
| He wasn’t just a «guy» |
| He’s always been someone to me |
| Just glad I had him if not even till dawn |
| And in the drift of days, the drift of lonely days |
| Static is the essence of life, when dreams keep falling apart |
| For another night |
| Dreams become wishes that will vanish into prayers |
| And prayers are turned into empty promises |
| Aren’t we all |
| The lights are flowing down |
| Skyline just hit the ground |
| Our shadows are the ghosts, no colors |
| Our shadows are the ghosts, no colors |
| His clothes never fit him quite right |
| I wish I had understood a bit more |
| Silence could be pretty loud you know |
| The lights are flowing down |
| Skyline just hit the ground |
| Our shadows are the ghosts, no colors |
| Our shadows are the ghosts, no colors |
| Darkness is a leopard growling for shades |
| My twilight’s getting brighter |
| I’m too hopeless to care, oh brother |
| Too hopeless to care, oh brother |
| Too desperate to see no colors |
| The water keeps its course as the buildings |
| Are stretching through the sky, |
| The sky is fading underneath, |
| Like a soul kneeling for peace, |
| A thousand cries without a tear |
| We’re craving whispers, dressed with fears |
| For faithless wonderland we’re mourning after |
| la la la la la la la la la |
| Underneath |
| He left a few words of his own around |
| Who knows, I might leave as well |
| Maybe I just forgot what it was like to lose it all |
| All over again |
| I loved everything about this place, |
| Like a stranger would fall in love |
| Somehow innocence is a plague here, |
| And I needed more to keep breathing… |
| The water keeps its course as the buildings |
| Are stretching through the sky, |
| The sky is fading underneath, |
| Like a soul kneeling for peace, |
| A thousand cries without a tear |
| We’re craving whispers, dressed with fears |
| For faithless wonderland we’re mourning after |
| la la la la la la la la la |
| Underneath |