After the light show
Everybody goes homEver and after will they lie
Underneath the grey sky
They tell them and they ask why
Ever and after our reply
All of the teen smoke
Goes where everybody else knows
Ever and after In Our Eyes
We know they're in sight
So what about the fight?
Ever and after will they lie
'Cos everybody movies on like theirs is some kind of young fight
Everybody opens up their eyelids at the same time
'Cos everybody mirrors soul like theirs is some kind of young fight
While out of all the ashes of the sun they try to make light
But in the darkness they see more than eyes could ever untie
But everybody mirrors soul like theirs is some kind of young fight
Out of all the ashes of the sun they try to make light
Out of all the ways it was to breathe in something outright
But everybody movies on like theirs is some kind of young fight
Everything the moon looks on; their sould that try to take flight
But everything is always all impossible and uptight
But everybody mirrors soul like theirs is some kind of young fight