We might be leaving, for good not for a change The sheltering ports of irony The glamorous emptiness of the promenades The vagueness and obscurity I see the lights of this town faintly glittering above the waves There's a radio signal coming in Are we in this together? Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed For the things we accidentaly broke Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists There is more to be healed than was first assumed When the tragedies occur in such an inartistic manner An amateurish timing and we kiss like comedians There is more to be revealed, more oceans to be sounded There's no bottom to what we don't know Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists We might be right, we might be wrong Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed For the things we accidentaly broke The truth about us is endless as are the lies We might be right, we might be wrong