The Lights

Wanting, wanting something else
Wanting, wanting something else

Keeps its grip tight
Drives you insane
Gives you a fright
And it steals your name

On the edge of the night
Remember what's real:
It's the people in life, why you fight so you feel

Wanting, wanting something else
Wanting, wanting something else

At the end of the day
It's hard to define
The feelings you feel
The wrong and the right

You're uptight
You can't sleep
Don't feel right
You can't breath

Wanting, wanting something else
Wanting, wanting somеthing else