Where the Lights Go Cold

Rooftop views and frozen wires, Moscow's quiet in the glow.
You said, "Tell me what you're chasing," I said,
"Hold on tight and let's just go." We're running empty promises,
Like there's no other side.
We live for static on the screen,
We just need one more night.
And I don't wanna dance alone, underneath the broken chrome.
Take my hand, forget the phone.
We're flying where the lights go cold, where the lights go,
Where the lights go cold.
We're burning out, but we're made of gold,
So hold me close before I'm old.
And love me where the lights go cold.
Silence cuts like a diamond in the backseat of the cab.