Lights on the stones on backed-up drain. What lovers list on languid stain. We've come together to gather star. Shooting up stones a pallored heart. Dead or alive. There's danger. The dead are alright. With me. We're not gonna run away. We're not gonna leave you stranger. We turn the light on your lonely home. Camera on the haunted stones. Blood-shadow gentle painted scorn. Now it's dancin' ink across your skin. Hieroglyphic-lover nature-friend. The dead are alive. There's danger. The dead are alright. With me. We're not gonna run away. We're not gonna leave you stranger. We turn the light on your lonely home