The Underground Vacancy

The soles of our feet have rubbed holes in our socks from running together through the moonlit streets.

we always have runs in our tights and scabs on our knees.

And we decided a long time ago that the 1900's will always be better than the 2000's.

You're wrong if you don't think we all belong on the streets of Paris as artists of our own world.

Our souls all bound together by our red stained cheeks and blood stained hearts.

And even though we all own cars, we take the train anyways.

We hang onto every last word like we will never taste death another day in our lives.

and every night as we lay under the night sky,

we kiss the edge of the galaxy.

screaming to the universe

Letting every star know our name.

Then when they day is through, we all watch the same sunrise,

we know we are all together united as one.

Our own secret society.

Screw the president because

We are the underground vacancy.