Those nights we walked right on the edge The music was our silent faith Those lies we wanted to believe We thought we found our heaven Today we wear the scars with pride In nonsense isolation Is it raining outside? Is there where to go? Did we catch the moon? Or is it just an afterthought? Those things we said but never felt The hotel sheets, the world insane The nomad lips and wishful hearts We have no place in heaven Is it raining outside? Is there where to go? Did we catch the moon? Or is it just an afterthought?