At the end of the week
Crammed in commuter trains
Stations go by
But we don’t know their names

Our eyes never meet
We flip through catalogues
Or gape at our feet
To maintain control

And there’s a beacon in the middle of
The town and when
The power’s out
It shows the way back home

It shows the way back home
Home
It shows the way back home
Home
It shows the way back home

The camera shot
All the grins and stares
But when the pictures appeared
There was no one there

I could hear the sound
Distant and thin
Of our hearts
Caving in

And there’s a beacon in the middle of
The town and when
The power’s out
It shows the way back home

It shows the way back home
Home
It shows the way back home
Home
It shows the way back home

And at the end of the week
We’ll set things on fire
And at the end of the week
We’ll set things on fire

Do you know that thing
Just before you fall asleep
A sudden shock
And the feeling of falling down
It’s the ghosts of the past
That try
To sink
Their talons in
And drag you back in to the dark
Back into the dark
Back into the dark

And at the end of the week
We’ll set things on fire
And at the end of the week
We’ll set things on fire

We’ll set things on fire
Yeah, we'll set things on fire