While the sun is gone,

And the ghosts come out to play;

The lovers in the hall,

And the mothers in the day.

The girls and the boys,

The women and men.

From the reason for the crying,

To the mess inside your head.

We are only lovers, fighters, dreamers,

The only ones who can speak.

We are only time passers by,

In the only life we'll ever lead.

There's a sink in the kitchen,

The bone in the wall,

A pair of eyes watching you

Never letting you fall.

All your life just wishing,

Wondering what will happen next;

All you need to know right now

'Is in the farsight of things,

While the sun is gone

And the ghosts come out to play,

We're the lovers in the hall

And we don't care what they say.'