I'm here in the painted world of the blue sky Where the gamble is the runway that leads to the mountain And the inmates' cells always remain open as they stare into the abyss I don't know anything that feels like this No, I don't know anything that hits like this No, I don't know anything I don't know anything That feels like this kiss Underlit by savage fires Motorway Casablanca Where the tunnel to suburbia Is opening soon And the lone shooter lies Unseen on the rooftop And stares into the abyss I don't know anything that feels like this No, I don't know anything that hits like this No, I don't know anything I don't know anything That feels like this kiss