(Trecho)
It's time to let the lost boys take you in

It's getting cold out
You went yourself down
So please don't go out
You're looking dead behind the eyes

We'll stay at your house
Watch all those late shows on Tv
I like you best when you're right here with me

And all the lost boys
We make a picture perfect team
Bruise in sidewalks
With all that drumming of our feet

And boy I promise
We'll never ever let you leave
Never let you leave