We used to blow things up Make little wars and stuff Now I just watch the screen instead Roll over and play dead
But I still see my friends at night Like holy angels shining In the blinding light They're making it big, doing it right
They've been on holiday again The exposed bulbs and reclaimed furniture looks familiar But don't we like it anyway I wonder if they ever fight I wonder if they drive at night Consider swerving in to the oncoming
The oncoming lights The oncoming lights Oh the oncoming lights The oncoming lights
I wonder if I had the choice And if you'd even hear my voice If I was brave enough to sing the song to protest everything But I'll just turn the bottle up Until the air is thick as muck You'll only end up looking dumb If you pretend to give a fuck
And this road curves Gentle round the bend Loosening my grip Into the light I'll send it all Oooh, it all
For every act of terror reigned On our soft and spongey branis And now the wiring's rearranged
The oncoming lights The oncoming lights Oh the oncoming lights The oncoming lightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
