going deaf from your empty threatsnyou can shout it from roof tops all daynif that's how you want it nownnamplified three stories tall cause you knownthat's the highest place in townnif that's how you want it nownnconfessing to these empty streetsnsummertime brings ghosts to cardondalenthat's how we want it nownnheat kills all pathetic wordsnthis town is dead but life goes onneven when you're gonennnote to selfntry to hang around a little morenbe around a little morenbe seen, not heardna note to yountry to let your guard down somentake it easy some we know you're herennhow long will the summer lastnunder a magnifying glassnask you to help us alongnwhen we can't make it through a songnngetting bored of these empty streetsnI can sleep all night on 51nthat's not how I want it nownnheat kills all pathetic dreamsnour hopes shot downnbut life goes on even when you're gonennand you know you're getting oldnwhen you're wishing for the coldnand you start missing all your peersnyou didn't like when they were herenhow long will the summer lastnunder a magnifying glass