Weekend in The Birthday Massacre

Lights out.
Boys sleepwalking on the weekend.
Black out.
Two nights killing off a best friend.
Fall out like soldiers walking off the deep end.
Hands out.
Don't stop marching till the hearts rend.
The time goes by, and sets the stage.
They play their parts, and act their age.
They never forget the lines that they say.
Speaking slowly.

I promise you one day, I promise you always.
We'll make it out one day.
I promise you always.

Nights out.
Girls keep walking on the east end.
White out.
Two lights shining on a dead end.
Drawn out like circles trailing off the pavement.
Stand out.
Don't stop marching till the hearts mend.
As time goes by, we set the stage.
We play our parts, and act our age.
We'll never forget the words that they'd say.
Talking slowly.

I promise you one day, I promise you always.
We'll make it out one day.
I promise you always.
I promise you one day, I promise you always.
We'll make it out one day.
I promise you always.