

(hmmm-mm-mm) The glass is smeared,
the streetlights bleed We are chasing down a silent need
Through a dirty window pane We watch the dark wash out the
rain
And we move, we slide,
we fade
Underneath the plans we made (oh-oh-oh)
And the city is ours tonight
Caught inside a cinematic light
Running fast but we can't escape
Every shadow takes a different shape
Two AM, the engine hums
Waiting till the morning comes
Still we look at what we lost
Counting up the final cost
Through a dirty window pane
We wash out the rain...