well, my love, where did you go?
and afterwards you ran on home,
when you saw what you couldn't see,
and your shadow only fit me

and i think we can still sew it back to you, if you want me to
but the nights are cold and the stories are quiet
all the lost boys have gone to the riot
and no, i won't fight it

why, when i fell, did you choose me?
i couldn't have made you anything you wanted
you left home when they told you
"here's what you don't know"

and i think we can still sew back your silhouette, i'd make a bet
but the nights are cold and the stories are quiet
all the lost boys have gone to the riot
and no, i won't fight it

i won't always look like you want me to
every smiling face will crumple with the blue
and eventually, eventually there'll be nothing left in me
except a love for you

so i think we could save our lives, if we tried, if we tried
but the nights are cold and the stories are quiet
all the lost boys have gone to the riot
and no, i won't fight it
and no, i won't fight it