Step lightly we have to
win somehow
just like the old days when we relied on stealth
In the dark beneath the streets
lie the tastes that we should seek
She is blank she's a letter
She can say nothing but
chorus
shake shake shake
from your bitter tirade
you paint yourself profane
and when you leave it's
Oh Turn the light off when you leave
Oh I'll be the last the thing that you see.
Try to make more sense when you talk to me
I don't have the time for all this
time can choose the life you lose
but you know you always lose
All the fakes and the prosthetics hide
but she can say nothing but
chorus