| Staring into space, I try to convince myself
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| It doesn’t really matter that I’m living your life not mine
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| Then holding my head up high
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| I swallow hard and ask myself why
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| How is it I find myself here with you?
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| I keep turning off lights
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| And getting under covers
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| Caught up in your nights
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| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
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| Rolling with the thunder
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| Fighting for my life
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| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
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| What is this need I have for giving too much?
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| Then I feel guilt for never ever taking enough
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| I keep making the same mistakes
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| How much more do I have to take?
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| I’d rather die than have to face the night
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| I keep turning off lights
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| And getting under covers
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| Caught up in your nights
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| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
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| Rolling with the thunder
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| Fighting for my life
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| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
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| I can’t hide, I can’t run
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| I don’t know who I’m really running from
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| I guess I know I’m trying to avoid myself
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| I keep turning off lights
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| I keep turning off lights
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| And getting under covers
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| Caught up in your nights
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| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
|
| Rolling with the thunder
|
| Fighting for my life
|
| Crying for the answers
|
| Oh, I keep turning off lights
|
| I keep turning off lights
|
| And getting under covers
|
| Caught up in your nights
|
| Crying for the answers
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| Oh, I keep turning off lights
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| Rolling with the thunder
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| Fighting for my life… |