Reflecting roadsigns, brighter than night skies
from these tired head lights, the stars shine like lite brites
A night full of chances, steel chain-link fences
no second guesses, try hard to expect this
Chorus
You're try y ying to be, some kind of something
and it seems right to me, to feign the formalities
Is there nothing to, the people you use
and whats there to prove, is there anything inside of you?
Familiar expressions, exceptionally something
is at my discression, the faintest reflection
We're directing eyes towards, the wars that we fought for
fleeing the encore, what else is there more
(Chorus)
Is there nothing to, the people you use
and whats there to prove, is there anything inside of you? (2x)