Balanced, on the edge of a knife
In love with the night,
So I´ll ignore the cracks in the ice.
And I´ll raise my glass,
Sing a toast to the end of all things baby,
´Cos daylight won´t wait for me.

Oh, what has become of me?
Turn the lights out ´cos I don´t want to see,
What I´ve become.

I´m condemned to walk the night,
And I don´t care,
No I don´t care.
´Cos in the morning light,
The mirror lies,
´Cos I´m not there
No, I´m not there.

Now I´m, become destroyer of worlds,
At the very least my own,
So I´ll sit on the tracks and I´ll wait.
And I´ll raise my glass,
Sing a toast to the end of all things baby,
But I´m drinking alone.

Oh what has become of me?
Turn the lights out cos I don´t want to see,
What I´ve become.

I´m condemned, to walk the night,
And I don´t care,
No I don´t care.
´Cos in the morning light,
The mirror lies,
´Cos I´m not there
No I´m not there.

You, you are the sun,
And if you are the sun,
You can keep me in the dark.

What have I become?
Horns where there were none before.
What have I become?
Horns where there were none before.
So just leave me in the dark.

What have I become?
Horns where there were none before.
What have I become?
Horns where there were none before.