Five Two Six Two Songtext

We'll be waiting in the lobby guns in hand and crawling on the ceiling.
You ain't got no fucking secrets, baby.
We stole them in your sleep,
now give the stars a rest and get in bed.

Less talk
More silence
Less calm
More violence

Like a ghost's eyes green with envy,
this hallway is a gasp
And rumor has it you're in love.
Rumor has it you're no tragedy.
Rumor has it there's no gravity in rumor.
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