Vivere est certare   Quirere est discere   Discere est vivere   Neck quode quirese   Debit un certamen   Evadere est discere   Vivere est certare   Quirere est discere   Discere est vivere   Neck quode quirese   Debit un certamen   Evadere est discere      Deadly night, Molly, deadly night   We tried to convince everyone at the bar   We tried to convince everyone at the bar   And can you believe the buzz and flicker   Of these electric light passions?      If they could see themselves in the moon   Would they all blush?   They may be lovers    But they there are no dancers   And yes, Jesus saves      The moon and the sand   We clutched bottles and we lulled to   The sad sound of a lone guitar   We had travelled so far   And the lights in the sky were obviously ours   We had given so much   And yet we were bearer   Of happiness, of optimism   If for only one moment    We were brothers with the world   The waves came to swallow us   And we met them with arms open   You know at night, the ocean has this sort of gravity      Yes, Jesus saves    Especially with his platinum card      Truth, not in your arms, not in your eyes   Truth, not in your arms, not in your eyes   This will be the winter that kills us all   This will be the winter that kills us all      But in this town, corpses are kings   In this town corpses are kings