The red lights mean you're leaving

The white one's mean returning

Tell me how this story ends

And I'll keep them fires burning.

The headlights look like diamonds

The taillights burn like coals

Tell me how this story ends

Before the fires go cold.

The countryside's deserted

There's no one on the farms

The suburbs all are sleeping

The earthquakes set off car alarms.

All after all now we aware

All after all the time we share

There's so much fears of world,

Hopes of world, tears of world.