Counterpoint

Late at night I'll run through the streets and empty corridors I'll find my counterpoint Inside a red room locked behind a door I keep holding my head up, holding it up Holding my head up Holding it up And you just don't come back around It seems to me that we will never be And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today Late at night I'll run through the streets and empty corridors I'll find my counterpoint Inside a red room locked behind a door Behind a door And someone tell me Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today Everything I want Everything I know Suddenly gone And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today And someone tell me Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Nothing's wrong today Today, today, today Today Today Today Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, oh And someone tell me Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing