Lost Boys

Ooh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone
Voices of porcelain shouting "hello"
Down in the closet, plates rattle like stones
Cleaning up glass was a weird welcome home
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

None of my neighbors seem to have jobs
And they never park in their two-car garage
I saw them working around city hall
Creeping their tracks and then watching them
Fall
Fall

Am I gonna be okay if I die tonight?
Shadows creeping up the hill side feeding off the light
Am I gonna be okay if I never die?
Always creeping up the hill side looking for the

Home
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh