Vivere est certare
Quirere est discere
Discere est vivere
Neck quode quirese
Debit un certamen
Evadere est discere
Vivere est certare
Quirere est discere
Discere est vivere
Neck quode quirese
Debit un certamen
Evadere est discere

Deadly night, Molly, deadly night
We tried to convince everyone at the bar
We tried to convince everyone at the bar
And can you believe the buzz and flicker
Of these electric light passions?

If they could see themselves in the moon
Would they all blush?
They may be lovers
But they there are no dancers
And yes, Jesus saves

The moon and the sand
We clutched bottles and we lulled to
The sad sound of a lone guitar
We had travelled so far
And the lights in the sky were obviously ours
We had given so much
And yet we were bearer
Of happiness, of optimism
If for only one moment
We were brothers with the world
The waves came to swallow us
And we met them with arms open
You know at night, the ocean has this sort of gravity

Yes, Jesus saves
Especially with his platinum card

Truth, not in your arms, not in your eyes
Truth, not in your arms, not in your eyes
This will be the winter that kills us all
This will be the winter that kills us all

But in this town, corpses are kings
In this town corpses are kings