We went to the party, the moon was all wasted
Unleashing her hair on a plastic chair on the roof
Dancing on rails, "how cliché" she says
Turning to set her sails by noon
Molly, are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
Oh
Molly, are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
We woke up between the broken roof beams
And her hands were all dirty and wet in the sun
Blinded by light, clinging to the night
Biting her nails while growing wiser again
But then
Again
But then
Molly are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
Molly are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
Casually grabbing the knife in her side
As she tumbles and stops, still smiling bright
Molly wipes off the blood on her pants
Stating "now let's do that again!"
Oh Oh
Oh Ohh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Ohh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Fires at night are burning much brighter
Molly is already on it again
We went to the top of the bridge right behind her
Throwing some palettes right over the brim
Her head, made of clay and sorries
Build, from fucked up stories
Held, by shoulders that would carry the earth
Molly are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
Molly are you awake, Molly can you still hear us?
You may have heard stories of broken girls healing
Truth is we all are an open wound
Molly picks up the knife, slightly bleeding
She'll use it to cook
A fine dinner for two
Oh Oh
The party's on again
Oh Oh Oh Oh
We will see her again
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Stop swallowing your words
Molly lead the way, but please
Stay awake