The stars are hidden in the darkest night
I lost my words in a cheap white wine
Angels and demons dancing on my mind
Just one more time

I listen to the band play an old song
Brothers and sisters, father, mother and sons
I hear some people calling that saint san, sebastian

We make the rules, we can defy them just before
We count to three and jump into the void
We chase our ghosts, we want to provoke them because
We need to keep the feet into our shoes

I fill my lungs with some morning smoke
A million pieces from a heart
I broke familiar faces and my well known folks
Not here, not there

We make the rules, we can defy them just before
We count to three and jump into the void
We chase our ghosts, we want to provoke them because
We need to keep the feet into our shoes

I don't mind how long I will stay
I just want to go out and play

We make the rules, we can defy them just before
We count to three and jump into the void
We chase our ghosts, we want to provoke them because
We need to keep the feet into our shoes