Clarity just confuses me
The lines drawn on the map a strange assembly
When there's northerners in southerners
And westenders in eastenders
And sunny days in January
Left spaces in my diary

But the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Because the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

Because I know that apathy only ruined me
Hanging around waiting for calamity

And by the year 4 million
Our skins will be vermilion
I own a dartboard memory
So I'll forget any fellony

But the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Because the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

Because I know that you know that we know they don't know what's going on

But the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Necause the Demons never need to know
What the Demons never got to see
As fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

But the Demons never need to read
What we never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty
But the Demons never need to read
What we never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty

Because I know that you know that we know they don't know what's going on