Hollow homes and gloomy streets [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/damned/the_eighth_day.html ]
The people next door are looking for life's circus freaks
On the eighth day
Echoes of the midnight chime
The clock moves on but what a waste of time
(chorius)
The eighth day (x3)
Pure whie heat and blood of sands
Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round
On the eighth day
Pools of fear and eyes that shine
The mirrors craked but I know they'll be mine oh mine