Heathen (The Rays)

Steel on the skyline Sky made of gla*s Made for a real world All things must pa*s Oo-o Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long? Oo-o, Oo-o You say you'll leave me And when the sun is low And the rays high I can see it now I can feel it die Oo-o, Oo-o