kind of night When everything could change Tonight's the kind of night When everything could change Tonight's the kind of night When everything could change Tonight's the kind of night
own way [Bridge] On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky Just breathe in the air and blink in the light On my last night on earth, I'll pay
Oh, well, the world never seemed bigger Than the summer of '98 Living out in the suburbs Plotting my escape I grew my hair to my shoulder Formed a band
Looking through the photos you find in my drawer Laughing so hard, you're rolling around on the floor At all the bad haircuts and smoking cigarettes A
he's someone else Took apart his old life, left it on the shelf Sick of being someone he did not admire Took up all his old things, set them all on fire
You sat with the man Threw it all away And you dream of the bows They fall away And you hope that you won't See it falling again And you'll sing, day
and hell? Is this the line where I get up and walk out? Is this the line where you get drunk and you yell? She fixes her makeup Treading lightly on
to know How far the anger in someone can really make them go Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans
I'm just waiting for my chance to come Well, it takes real guts to be alone Goin' head to head with the great unknown But there is no sweeter sound On
s the kind of night Where everything could change Tonight's the kind of night Where everything could change Tonight's the kind of night Where everything could change Tonight's the kind of night
now he's someone else Took apart his old life Left it on the shelf Sick of being someone He did not admire Took up all his old things Set em all on fire
: Oh well the world never seemed bigger Than the summer of '98 Living out in the suburbs Planning my escape I grew my hair to my shoulders Formed a band
: But that's just me, before we met But that's just me, before we met Well I've always had a wild imagination And a see through heart Which I know can
I'm just waiting for my chance to come Well it takes real guts to be alone Going head to head with the great unknown But there is no sweeter sound, on
and hell? Is this the line where I get up and walk out? Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?" She fixes her make-up Treading lightly on the
to know How far the anger in someone Can really make them go Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans
: You sit with the man who threw it all away And you dream of the birds that have flown away And you hope that you won't see it fall again And you will
