Oldest form of revenue
One more drink for the road
Drive them to the heights
Dragging by the toes

Goodnight, everyone
Keep your eyes on me
When the view is insane
We can break the mold
And go against the grain

Where are you now, my sister?
Wilding hair beneath the half moon
Arrange the heavens Electra
Your flaming arrow in the dawn

You leave my mind so clеar
But the floor is a mess
Those drеamless nights on the road
I count among the best

Goodnight, everyone
I’m all done with fame
'Cos I’m always on guard
Always on parade
Never seen again
Where are you now my sister?
Wilding hair beneath the half moon
Arrange the heavens Electra
Your flaming arrow in the dawn