The night is hot, my mood is down
Animals walk the industrial part of town
My teenage parents couldn't sneak out
Cause of the tanks on the front lawn of their house
Of their house

And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
And I felt its growing pains
You know I'm barely hanging on
I'm burning on your front lawn
Like a glowing cross, cross, cross cross

They're playing sad songs on the radio
There's mothers knocking on, on their daughter's doors
I can't seem to get enough
I always thought I was headed somewhere
Never thought I'd just end up
Just end up

And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
And I felt its growing pains
You know I'm barely hanging on
I'm burning on your front lawn
Like a glowing cross, cross, cross cross

God has a door for you but keeps it locked
Man can't walk on water, so I built a dock
And the night just grew its fangs
Yeah, I felt its growing pains
You know I'm barely hanging on
I'm hanging on

And yeah, the night just grew its fangs
And I felt its growing pains
You know I'm barely hanging on, oh
I'm burning on your front lawn
Like a glowing cross, cross, like a glowing cross