Dancing, shaking
Right towards the edge in your designer shoes
You're someone and nothing all at once
How could you let me do this alone?
Glory to the ones who were left, hallelujah
Breaking your wrist, losing innocence
Sha-la, sha-la
No, dying is not romantic this young
Sha-la, sha-la-la-la-la
How could you let me do this alone?
Glory to the ones who were left, hallelujah
Glory to the ones who were left, hallelujah
Glory to the ones who were left, hallelujah