Chasing down the night sky Chasing down the gold dust Beneath the blinking lights In the middle of the concrete fires Chasing down the night sky From the shadow of a trembling height It's normal to be gun-shy Staring at the land of black gold Buildings running to the sky They're bolted to the heavens I'll trade in whispered words I'll trade in whispered words All night Skin tight I can't get my sleep All night Skin tight It's keeping me awake All night Skin tight I can't get my sleep All night Skin tight It's keeping me awake