There are no lights on, but someone's home
He lives to keep the brightness, out of his room
So he sleeps long hours, away from the sun
And takes in the evening sky as he runs
Follows shadows down the street
Thinks of ways that they could meet
Feels the street beneath his feet
But he's still at home and he's fast asleep
Wants to break a thousand hearts before he dies
Wants to see his true love fade in his eyes
So he paints his face this jester red
And wears his mask of loneliness
