the flashlights and echoes paint your suicidenthey say that you had a namenwe talked, you were fit to dienon your own againnnnever take it any more, you saynand you're never going to play againnnever take it any more, you saynand you're never going to play againnonly i could see it in her eyesnnnand you wait, like you've waited all your lifena modern waste of modern timenwe could ruin younwelcome to your private lifennnwide-eyed on mother's medicationnthey always asked for more heartbreaknstilletos cut like razors on a mannequinnnnever take it any more, you saynand you're never going to play againnnever take it any more, you saynand you're never going to play againnand you just see the whites of her eyesnnnand you wait, like you've waited all your lifena modern waste of modern timenwe could ruin younwelcome to your private lifennnand they took it all awaynoutlived all the dreams you would die fornsave this queen, they think she's an idolnnand you wait, like you've waited all your lifenfor such a beautiful declinena wasted youth, wasted younand your private life