Song | Make Light (Album Version) |
Artist | Passion Pit |
Album | Manners |
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So now we see | |
Comes burying my burnt remains | |
These puddled clouds | |
Oh I, I understand now | |
But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
Dangling, shimmering | |
Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
Oh I'll not be told "No" to no more | |
You must believe to hear me sing these | |
Messy morsels of my self-assuring love | |
Oh it's painful kneading | |
Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
Why do they all look like me? | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I'm alive | |
And it's alright | |
Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
If I had hands I'd hold up high | |
My lofty dreams and my alibi's real name | |
But I have no strength | |
So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
There's a ghost in your eye | |
There is someone that knows more than I | |
But I'm quick to deny | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I'm alive | |
And it's alright | |
Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
Make Light! |
So now we see | |
Comes burying my burnt remains | |
These puddled clouds | |
Oh I, I understand now | |
But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
Dangling, shimmering | |
Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
Oh I' ll not be told " No" to no more | |
You must believe to hear me sing these | |
Messy morsels of my selfassuring love | |
Oh it' s painful kneading | |
Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
Why do they all look like me? | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I' m alive | |
And it' s alright | |
Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
If I had hands I' d hold up high | |
My lofty dreams and my alibi' s real name | |
But I have no strength | |
So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
There' s a ghost in your eye | |
There is someone that knows more than I | |
But I' m quick to deny | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I' m alive | |
And it' s alright | |
Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
Make Light! |
So now we see | |
Comes burying my burnt remains | |
These puddled clouds | |
Oh I, I understand now | |
But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
Dangling, shimmering | |
Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
Oh I' ll not be told " No" to no more | |
You must believe to hear me sing these | |
Messy morsels of my selfassuring love | |
Oh it' s painful kneading | |
Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
Why do they all look like me? | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I' m alive | |
And it' s alright | |
Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
If I had hands I' d hold up high | |
My lofty dreams and my alibi' s real name | |
But I have no strength | |
So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
There' s a ghost in your eye | |
There is someone that knows more than I | |
But I' m quick to deny | |
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
Just to prove I' m alive | |
And it' s alright | |
Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
Of my treacherous life | |
Make Light! |