Grace - Moby

Locked in a kiss, outsiders cease to exist

We’ll shut it out (of the fist)

Outsiders cease to exist

We’ll shut it out

Eight o’clock, the lights are on at Shea

Phone turned down, we’ve nothing much to say

Dozing off the TV drones

House key makes them turn and glance for home

Locked in a kiss, outsiders cease to exist

Flayed of the fist

Outsiders cease to exist

We’ll shut it out