She don't want to be here. She lost your sound sleeping high. Trying to find her way back here. Count count all you want. They're not really sheep. It's the shit that you did. It's why you can't sleep. It's why you never will. She gets high and says that she's the queen of the whole world. Just look at her shine. She's coming around. Got money in the bank. Got no one to trust it's all gone. And there. She walks that lonely street. Idling fine. Forget this is not taught it's just understood. Who paid the phone bill?. Who fuckin' cares?. She lets on. She's the queen of everything now. To see you walking by. She's so fine. Everything is so sweet. Everything moves the way it should. And everything’s gone now the time. So welcome to it babe. Welcome to the night. Welcome to it babe. Welcome for a while. Loving pictures in the aftermath. Feels easy now no wind to bring back all the hell up on the street. Things you might forget you go counting sheep or counting silhouettes. You feel clean. Washing it off with memories. That just don't mean a fuck. You wish you were like the rest of us. So stupid in taking our time. So stupid in taking our time. It's dead night