Lost Boys
hey, nothing
Ooooohh
Can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone
Voices of porcelain shouting hello
Down in the closet plates rattle like stones
Cleaning up glass was a weird welcome, home
Ooooohh
None of my neighbors seem to have jobs
And they never park in their two-car garage
I saw them lurking around city hall
Gripping the tracks and then watching them
Fall
Ooooohh
Am I gonna be okay
If I die tonight
Shadows creeping up the hillside
Feeding off the light
Am I gonna be okay
If I never diе
Always creeping up the hillside
Looking for the
Ooooohh
