six round in the hands of a killer i am dangerous in your arms we are the midnight city siren on the back of wisdom crying against the wasteland boulevard i am, i mean, you are with me well, we are ominous tonight six strings in the hands of a poet i am poetry in your eyes so light me up with a song stain the sky with my burning and i will not apologize who's gonna cry if i won't? who's gonna shine if i don't? who's gonna bring it down? where is the hope in this crowd of indifferent where is the truth if it's not in my mouth i am, i mean, you are with me well, we are ominous tonight 3x six a.m. in the hands of the morning i am a skyline you are the sun deep between our meeting the heavens are receeding and the stars fade one by one i am, i mean, you are with me well, we are ominous tonight