Lock all the doors and kill the lights.
No one's coming home tonight.
Sun beats down and don't you know?
All our lives are growing cold, oh...

They bring news that must get through.
To build a dream for me and you, oh.

Locked in a place where no one goes.

It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder



Locked in a place where no one goes.



Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight
They bring news that must get through.
Dying peace in me and you

Locked in a place where no one goes.

We have no quarter
We have no quarter
We ask no quarter

- Tool's version of No quarter
and what I rocked on last night, driving to dans, dark out, me and the music, the drums, the bass, the guitar, the fucking lead, pulsing through my soul... its getting colder... I felt lost and reborn in the midst of a ten-minute song. And that is why they are the best band ever. No doubt.