Those nights we walked right on the edge
The music was our silent faith
Those lies we wanted to believe
We thought we found our heaven
Today we wear the scars with pride
In nonsense isolation

Is it raining outside?
Is there where to go?
Did we catch the Moon?
Or is it just an afterthought?

Those things we said but never felt
The hotel sheets, the world insane
The nomad lips and wishful hearts
We have no place in heaven

Is it raining outside?
Is there where to go?
Did we catch the Moon?
Or is it just an afterthought?