We're high and dry from the spark
So we hide and lie and we hope to lose control
And we don't know what we're waiting for
And we don't know the truth anymore
And we can't see clearly through the fog
And we'll end up chasing ghosts
And we'll end up chasing ghosts
Well, outside these walls we're criminals

They chase us down, we're singing hymnals
Well, outside these walls we're criminals
They chase us down, we're singing hymnals

Well, outside these walls we're criminals
They chase us down, we're singing hymnals
We're singing hymnals
We're singing hymnals
We're singing hymnals