This is the night the insects appearnAfter 17 years on this side of townnSinging the songs they learned undergroundnThey've been missing so long I'm surprised they're aroundnIt wasn't meant the way you took itnWith all your pictures hanging crookednBut I was glad to see the look on your face anywaynThis is the part where I break you outnAnd remove any doubt as to which side I'm onnTaking the chance and breaking the glassnAnd people will talk for years to comenIt wasn't meant the way you took itnWith all your pictures hanging crookednBut I was glad to see the look on your face anyway