this morning s drier than ever you put your shoes on part your hair to the right to the left your country made you all part alike yesterday times changed you see the party has lied the sky has never turned red but its not what you thought what it used to be either need a little boost in a little glass no toast no fuss two mates from the estates waiting outside below zero and fever whos gone who stole the sun who sold his soul in the search of a masterplan if only heavens made of peroxide i wouldn t then need any other lies imagine mirrors from the other side open up open up come out and hide i ve seen her climbing your stairs taking breaths taking chance were her tears the only way to pay for your fight well if she only met him once and if it really didn t matter just another perfect stranger in some perfect blind alley but darling last time i saw you once again you were carried so tell me who s gone who stole the sun who sold the soul in the search of the masterplan a trip to hell with no return welcome back