For every chest you leave open
Know that treasure can't be found
It only can be stolen
But you don't like how that sounds
But you don't like how that sounds
It's almost like leaving the light on
In somebody else's house
There's nothing left to write on
Take the words out my mouth
Take the words out my mouth
But I don't wanna leave you behind
Take it as a warning, take it as a warning
It is fast in flight, so still at night
I take it as a warning
As a warning
I know how to leave you flummoxed
Wage a war and walk away
A face I can't punish
Made of crimson and clay
Made of crimson and clay
Say volition's just a symptom
And we're chancing all our days
I only leave the light on
'Cause the bill is prepaid
'Cause the bill is prepaid
But I don't wanna leave you behind
Take it as a warning, take it as a warning
It is fast in flight, so still at night
I take it as a warning
As a warning
Oh my God, I think I'm going home
Oh my God, I think I'm going home
Oh my God, I'm finally going home
Oh my God, I think I'm going home
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