Misfired from a distress flare
All the while searchlights reconcile
Cut their losses and run

Clinging to the rooftop
Losing track of days
Devil's up in the attic
And angel's lost her way

Must've mis-dialed the number
Or the telephone's died
Lost you in the darkness and never heard back
Dropped out from the night like a stone

Falling from the fractured air
Misfired like a distress flare
All the while searchlights reconcile
Cut the losses and run