We are habits, filthy rabbits Breaking through the nasty haze Angry spirits stuck in the bottom Lost my train of thought again The age of golden hands Eating lies within our space When I cross the line that shines before you go Falling apart Breathing fine in my old cage I thought we were young enough to run away Tame your dancing, the city's collapsing Caught a whiff of who's to blame He said the clock is ticking, look in the mirror I can't find your hiding place The age of golden hands Eating lies within our space When I cross the line that shines before you go Falling apart Breathing fine in my old cage I thought we were young enough to run away