My mind is black.
Your skin is ash.
I'm lord and master,
Of this jagged step.
I ask you please,
I beseech you.
On bloody knees,
My world is glass.
(Noctule)
These are the days of the inbetweeners,
No black, no white, this is our LT's.
(Noctule)
We're all colour blind and we're kings and queens.
Of shattered causes and futile dreams.
This twisted scene,
Lies inbetween
My childhood innocence
And adult broken dreams.
I reach for someone,
But you're all gone.
It's too late now,
It's much too late.
(Noctule)
These are the days of the inbetweeners,
No black, no white, this is our LT's.
(Noctule)
We're all colour blind and we're kings and queens.
Of shattered causes and futile dreams.
(Backing singer talking section)
And the future ghosts of dead men,
Strut and swirl with black and red stripes.
With black and red stripes.
(Noctule)
These are the days of the inbetweeners,
No black, no white, this is our LT's.
(Noctule)
We're all colour blind and we're kings and queens.
Of shattered causes and futile dreams.
