There are needles in the evening air, sirens came but now they've disappeared
We don't speak with our folded hands. We don't listen, we don't understand
I didn't take it seriously when it whispered from a billion feet
I didn't like what the moon told me before it burst into a million pieces
It said, "Don't go out tonight without batteries and flashlights."
There are bullets in the evening air, falling quickly through the atmosphere
Under your desks, kids, under your desks
Bad moon's falling, kids, cover your heads
55 looks like a bar-fought floor, shards of gla** make an obstacle course
So we throw searchlights into the sky, silent beacons to the people pa**ing by
It says, "Streets are ours tonight, we've got batteries and flashlights."
Hope you've got your things together
Hope you're ready to retire
You can call it anything that you desire
But hurricanes have clever names and the aftermath is still the same
There are words that could never intend to be heard through conditioning vents
There are hearts that could only relate to a song that will never see tape
There are landmines to never be fired made of ends that stay forever untied
So we throw searchlights into the sky
And we wait for C cells to go dry
Don't go out tonight