Haunted portraits of your face
Make room for haunted space
We sing electric tape
Haunted hallways full of grace
They're only saving face
While they tunnel to our grave

Chandelier dressed up in red
Puts diamonds in our bed
Puts spotlights on our head
Passenger from out of town
Will compliment your sound
Set fire to your gown

Do television screens
Have television dreams
We listen to it scream
I am fine now
Cause there's time now
There is time now
Time enough at last

Grand delusions of your name
Slip through me like cocaine
We waste it just the same
Like the leaves on the trees
The salt on the snow
Everyone around me will disappear
Oh I know, like the fog on the streets
The frog in my throat
Everyone, oh everyone around me would disappear

Drop me like an atom bomb (x8)
What are you waiting for?
Drop me like an atom bomb (x4)