The Lights Lyrics

He’s up to all his usual tricks, you know the ones that never seem to stick

The poet and the artist oh what a match made in heaven

But oh what a shame he’s messed it up again

There he goes off in the distance

Staring at an empty sky

Waiting for the fireworks to come

Yeah he’s staring at an empty sky

Waiting for the fireworks to come

But they aint coming tonight

Now he’s cutting shapes

Well trying his best to anyway

And now he’s reciting lines out of time

Out of touch and out of his mind

On anything that he can find

And I don’t know if its anger jealousy or spite

But watching you dance with him it just don’t feel quite right

And now he’s

Staring at an empty sky

Waiting for the fireworks to come

Yeah he’s staring at an empty sky

Waiting for the fireworks to come

But they aint coming tonight