The pearls will drop
At the end of the line
Every morning
Just a little bit closer (And with a loose touch)
I'm here (To watch you)
Let's share the stare and turn off the radio

Downtown skies (Play on our fears)
Are coming (They knew where the cancer grows)
Like white horse, riders are mysterious

The pearls will drop
At the end of the line
Every morning
Just a little bit closer (And with a loose touch)
I'm here (To watch you)
Let's share the stare and turn off the radio

Downtown skies (Play on our fears)
Are coming (They knew where the cancer grows)
Like white horse, riders are mysterious

Reach out, a porcelain touch disguised with fingertips below us! [x4]

Downtown skies, are coming
Like white horse, riders are mysterious

Downtown skies (Mother of all whores, mourn her)
Are coming (Dressed with pearls)
Like white horse (Drunk with the blood of saints)
Riders are mysterious (She is dead and burning)