No room service after midnight So I'm dining light on nuts from the machine And your pictures not like havin' you but it sure dresses up room 418 If I didn't feel like I belonged out here I picked tonight to have my doubts, Oh yeah It's just another road map that I never got the time to figure out
These nights They must be sent in to depress me maybe break maybe test me These nights
These nights Are the life I try to fashion outta microphones and passion These nights
And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights These nights
Sometimes I'm blinded by the spotlight and reminded of the first night that I played It's lucky that I didn't know how bad I was or I'd have never stayed And after all these nights if more of me is diamond and less of me is rough I'd still fly it to the candle 'cause on nights like these you're never blind enough
These nights They must be sent here to amaze me maybe bury maybe craze me These nights
These nights Am I blazing am I pleading all my secret worth the dealing These nights
And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights These nights
These nights They must be sent here to confound me maybe bury maybe drown me These nights
These nights When I'm stranded on the runway Wondering if there might be more than one way up - one way down And the things that I discover any time I hold my heart up to the crowd These nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
