Žodžiai dainai: Tom McRae. King Of Cards. Bright Lights.

Baby I went back to funeral row
Kicking through the old streets
In a place I once called home
Not long ago

Searching for an omen
Looking for a sign
Looking for the place I swore
An oath of love undying
Of love undying

But I?m tired of this dull ache
This endless and fake parade
I?m gonna torch my name and my trade

Run it to the bright lights
Run it to the bright lights
Run it to the bright lights
Run it to the bright lights

Brother don?t go back to funeral row
The streets have fallen silent,
And the cross no longer glows
On funeral row

And I?m tired of this dark place
Where hope dies and hope fades
I?m gonna leave these shadows behind

Head into the bright lights
Head into the bright lights
Run it to the bright lights
Run it to the bright lights

So come on let get your guitar
Burn it to the bright lights
Feed the flames and feed the fire.
Wishing things won?t make them so
Run it to the bright lights
The truth is I refuse to go
Shadows where the best things hide
Run it to the bright lights
You could keep the brightest light
You could keep the brightest light
You can keep the blinding light