Moonlight.

The beating tone of moonlight,
Sets off this starless night.
I promise, i've promised,
I'm waiting for your word.

The ghosts will walk behind us,
With every passing street.
One line. One hit. One line. One hit.
A single, perfect beat.

We'll drown our fears in kerosene,
Just baby, one more time.
And light the flames into the sky.
We'll burn this city high.

Its a seamless, rythmic slip.
As a razor burns the skin.
A cold kiss from metal lips.
Will keep us with the times.