The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind ♪ Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns I know my friends and I would probably turn and run If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away If you get out of bed, and find me standing all alone Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age ♪ All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age