(Trecho). It's time to let the lost boys take you in. It's getting cold out. You went yourself down. So please don't go out. You're looking dead behind the eyes. We'll stay at your house. Watch all those late shows on Tv. I like you best when you're right here with me. And all the lost boys. We make a picture perfect team. Bruise in sidewalks. With all that drumming of our feet. And boy I promise. We'll never ever let you leave. Never let you leave