(Music by Tom Levin & Pecka Hammarstedt. Lyrics by Tom Levin & Cole Ruth)
They found her body yesterday
In an empty parking lot
On TV, painted wrestler
Are giving it all they got
A killer’s on the loose out there
On the streets we use to run
There’s anger in the crowd tonight
They’re having so much fun
Danger floods the air and there are fires in the east.
So tell me salvation won’t be long
And tell me that nothing will, nothing will
Nothing will go wrong
Helicopters flying low
Neighbor’s dogs they moan
When the door bell rings we whisper
And pretend that we’re not home
Morning brings the postman
The streets are washed with rain
The grass seems a brighter shade of green
As the sun comes up again
Fragile hope is rising from ashes in the east
So tell me salvation won’t be long
And tell me that nothing will, nothing will
Nothing will go wrong
Tell me salvation won’t be long
And tell me that nothing will
Tell me salvation won’t be long
And tell me that nothing will, nothing will
And tell me salvation won’t be long
And tell me that nothing will, nothing will, nothing will
Nothing will go wrong
