Вершы: Pretty Girls Make Graves. The New Romance. Holy Names.

Nighttime's out security
The stars watch us like guardian angels
Skeletons of lives to come
Just frames to fill with living and dying
Signatures in permanent
We write our name like claiming a part of time
Layers of paint and fiberglass cover our world
We're in the foundation

This is what I give you
Rooftops with secret views
Fire escapes lead us to heaven
Train yards where we hide together

Nighttime's our security
The stars watch us like guardian angels
Takes these letters from an old sign
Now you've got your initials