Lyrics:

Lovers in the basement sipping on a cola their friend goes in to see them but they don't have to be afraid I go down the stairwell I stare at the stairwell I stare at the girl. you just have to be who you are There's no room for liars there's no room for liars there's no need for fires so I won't have to go outside No one can believe no one can believe no one can believe I'm a voyeur. There is no room for voyeurs there's only room for disaster there's only room for you and me Frances' only sixteen she's only sixteen but she's (either sold out or sewn up)