I'm here in the painted world of the blue sky
Where the gamble is the runway which leads to the mountain

And the inmates cells always remain open as they stare into the abyss

I don't know anything that feels like this
No I don't know anything that hits like this
No I don't know anything
That feels like this kiss

Underlit by savage fires
Motorway Casablanca
Where the tunnel to suburbia
Is opening soon

And the lone shooter lies
Alone on the rooftop
And stares into the abyss

I don't know anything that feels like this
No I don't know anything that feels like this
No I don't know anything
(I don't know anything)
That feels like this kiss