Up In Flames - Ruelle

Keeping on the outside

Glimmer in the moonlight

Only shadows stays where we are

Creeping on the edge of the dark

We feel warmth in the cold corners

Eyes in the back of our heads

We roll out when the day's over

Chasing silhouettes

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones standing

We'll be the last ones

We'll be the last ones standing

City made of thin glass

Smoldering in pitch black

Sand so thick you can't see the stars

Can't tell good and evil apart

We feel warmth in the cold corners

Eyes in the back of our heads

We roll out when the day's over

Chasing silhouettes

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones standing

We'll be the last ones

We'll be the last ones standing

When it all goes up in flames

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones