Out under the stars. Dodging them night cars baby. Cause when you gotta move you gotta move. Whatever that it was. You were thinking of lady. You're certainly not thinking. Of it now. And nightbirds sing you. And empty tune. In an empty house. In an empty room. In an empty moment. All the nightbirds sing. We were suppose to rise above. But we sink. I feel like a body stuffed into a trunk. From a million years. Of lying and getting drunk. The people here inside me. They are loud and in the night. They scream and smash the windows. And they fight. And nightbirds sing you. And empty tune. In an empty house. In an empty room. With an empty feelings. When it comes too soon. Were supposed to rise above. But we sink. Into the sea