[INTRO — whispered / atmospheric] Don’t turn the lights on… Let the city stay asleep. There’s something at the door. And I don’t think it’s here for me. [VERSE 1 — dark melodic R&B] Black suit, cold room, champagne untouched, she walked in like a warning and she didn’t say much. Gold cross on her neck but her eyes looked possessed, she said, “Baby, heaven’s overrated anyway.” Downtown glowing while the rain hits the glass, sirens in the distance while we’re counting up the cash. She asked me what I’d sacrifice to never go broke, I said, “Everything I love.” She said, “That’s the joke.” [PRE-CHORUS] I feel something moving in the walls, hear a voice every time the elevator calls. Everybody downstairs thinks we’re safe… But they don’t know what’s coming through the gates. [CHORUS — explosive] SAINTS DON’T COME HERE! THEY KNOW WHAT’S WAITING! DEVILS IN THE HALLWAY, ANGELS ARE AFRAID! LIGHTS OUT! SOUND THE WAR ALARM! I CAN FEEL THE WHOLE WORLD COMING APART! SAINTS DON’T COME HERE! SO WHY ARE WE STILL HERE? [VERSE 2 — darker / rhythmic] She got a diamond blade hidden under her coat, said the Devil sent a message but she never showed the note. Black cars outside, headlights cutting through the fog, everybody at the table got a target on their heart. I hear the drums underneath the floor, something’s scratching on the other side of the door. She said, “When it opens, don’t look in his eyes.” Too late. I already saw mine. [BREAKDOWN — screamed] OPEN THE GATES! LET THEM COME! I’M NOT RUNNING! I’M NOT DONE! BRING THE FIRE! BRING THE FLAMES! IF HELL WANTS WAR— REMEMBER MY NAME! [BRIDGE — falsetto / haunting] Maybe heaven never wanted me, maybe hell was where I was supposed to be. I’ve been chasing something I can’t feel, turning every fantasy into something real. If I wake up tomorrow and the city is gone… I’ll still hear your voice when the darkness comes on. [FINAL CHORUS — huge] SAINTS DON’T COME HERE! THEY KNOW WHAT’S WAITING! DEVILS IN THE HALLWAY, ANGELS ARE AFRAID! LIGHTS OUT! SOUND THE WAR ALARM! I CAN FEEL THE WHOLE WORLD COMING APART! SAINTS DON’T COME HERE! [OUTRO — whispered / distorted] Lock the door. Kill the lights. Don’t let heaven find us tonight.
