We won't crack those smiles this time We just leave ourselves wide open It's only a hundred seconds to midnight But we're still leaving words unspoken Where is the joy? Is it over? Where is the joy? Still undercover Is it the creeping dread That keeps you in your bed The shadow walking past The hunter in the grass These hours are not real And the seconds will reveal Anything we need Anything at all Where is the joy? Is it over? Where is the joy? Still undercover Where is the joy? Is it over? Where is the joy? Still undercover Where is the joy? Is it over? Where is the joy? Still undercover