Žodžiai dainai: Subseven. Blinking Lights.

I pray that tonight I can that let this out
Like screaming at the top of my lungs

The blinking lights, they draw me in
But it's so different

Out the back window, I'm watching old friends
Searching for hope in a bottle

The blinking lights, they draw me in
But it's so different

It's time to be gone, it's time to go home