Kill The Lights

(ahhhh) Beneath the surface where the currents pull

We watch the glass begin to overflow

You play the victim of a beautiful mistake

And laugh at all the promises we break

I feel the pressure rising through the floor

We're not the people that we were before (ahhh)

Kill the lights! What a sight!

We're holding on tight!

(oh woah!) Through the darkest of the night!

We trade our secrets for a quick escape

And color outside every line we shape

I feel the pressure rising through the floor

We're not the people that we were before

Kill the lights! What a sight!

We're holding on tight!

(oh woah!)

Through the darkest of the night!

And we fall...

into the deep end...

Quietly...

(Drums kick back in slowly,

building heavier and heavier)

Kill the lights! What a sight!

We're holding on tight!

(oh woah!) Through the darkest

of the night!

We're holding on!