Somewhere there's a record of your whereabouts

Everywhere you go you leave a trace

You're curled up under the light

With shadows of the fallen

And everyone you've known that's been replaced



But the light's on

And you're waiting for the signal

The light's on

The light's your place to hide

The light's on

You don't know just who your friends are

The light's on

And its light you'll never know



Hanging from the rings around your finger

Hiding from the hammer holding fist

The light's on