Pretty ugly, uncivilized Kisses blown in the filmy wind I feed off the mood you're in Faces alert, bodies slack We drone like the flies around us You can't see the sky from here I'll take you at your word We got away with murder Look up, a clear blue sky Look up, a clear blue sky I'm alone in the gleaming whiteness You drone through your dirty secrets And when I wake up, you'll be gone I'll take you at your word We got away with murder Look up, a clear blue sky Look up, a clear blue sky I love you like a bitch's son I love you like a bitch's son But it's too late to trust anyone