Meet me outside where they can't see,
And if we are not allowed in the house,
We'll have to move quietly.
And we'll tempt fate there,
We'll taste air just to see
What we're missing,
'Cause I've got a feeling
That it's bigger than you or me,
We're sitting alone,
With mirrors chrome-cold,
For company.
So put all the lights out,
Turn everything off,
And we'll burn this house down
From the basement up.
And they'll bury our bodies
In the river that runs
Back to the ocean,
Where I begin.