There are needles in the evening air,
Sirens came but now they've disappeared
We don't speak with our folded hands
We don't listen, we don't understand

I didn't take it seriously
When it whispered from a billion feet
I didn't like what the moon told me
Before it burst into a million pieces
It said, "Don't go out tonight
Without batteries and flashlights"

There are bullets in the evening air,
Falling quickly through the atmosphere
Under your desks, kids, under your desks
Bad moon's falling, kids, cover your heads

55 looks like a bar-fought floor,
Shards of glass make an obstacle course
So we throw searchlights into the sky,
Silent beacons to the people passing by
It says, "Streets are ours tonight,
We've got batteries and flashlights"

Hope you've got your things together
Hope you're ready to retire
You can call it anything that you desire,
But hurricanes have clever names
And the aftermath is still the same

There are words that could never intend
To be heard through conditioning vents
There are hearts that could only relate
To a song that will never see tape
There are landmines to never be fired
Made of ends that stay forever untied
So we throw searchlights into the sky,
And we wait for C cells to go dry

Don't go out tonight