Text: Billy Talent. Cut The Curtains.

My girl, you're so hot when you walk you melt snow
And now the disco has finally grown old
Let's buy back our souls

So let's see, we've got five bucks between you and me
My mental dishes are finally clean
So cleared are we

Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
Intermission's a mission on it's own

Now here, seems our wax wings have melted away
And we've only been here for one day
My faith fades away

So don't be, a gray cloud when there's none in the sky
We found there's no hidden treasure to find
At least we tried

Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
Intermission's a mission on it's own
Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold

There is no doubt, you throw your inbox out

Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
Intermission's a mission on it's own
Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold

We don't have no time to fold