

Static on the wire
Watching things unfold
Walking through the fire
Just to feel the cold
And the room begins to spin
Letting all the static in
Break the glass, turn it up
We are running out of luck
(wash it all away)
Fading in the gray
Silence on the phone
Nothing left to say
Standing here alone
Break the glass, turn it up
We are running out of luck
(wash it all
away)
Running out of luck...
(wash it all away)