The swagger and the compliment of light. A moon less couldn't keepin' me in line. And just because the complication is through, That doesn't mean i'm any less confused. The call of fifty devils in the night, Astray another press of charcoal sky. You say, it's heaven sent, that it's true. N' i say, that sound your heart just passin' through. - - - Instrumentalt - - - As if your heart just somehow knows the way. The notion that it's found some proper place. Against the vanished ghost that led us away. To try and trick me back to past disgrace. So keep your place. Yeah, keep your place. I'm leaving with my load of cautious grace. Yeah, play it safe on this battle plane. I'm seeing my new cycle, my new way.