Lost Boys

Ooooohh

Can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone
Voices of porcelain shouting hello
Down in the closet plates rattle like stones
Cleaning up glass was a weird welcome, home

Ooooohh

None of my neighbors seem to have jobs
And they never park in their two-car garage
I saw them lurking around city hall
Gripping the tracks and then watching them

Fall
Ooooohh

Am I gonna be okay
If I die tonight
Shadows creeping up the hillside
Feeding off the light

Am I gonna be okay
If I never diе
Always creeping up the hillside
Looking for the

Ooooohh