Reflecting roadsigns, brighter than night skies from these tired head lights, the stars shine like lite brites A night full of chances, steel chain-link fences no second guesses, try hard to expect this Chorus You're try y ying to be, some kind of something and it seems right to me, to feign the formalities Is there nothing to, the people you use ( 2x) and whats there to prove, is there anything inside..of you? Familiar expressions, exceptionally something is at my discression, the faintest reflection We're directing eyes towards, the wars that we fought for fleeing the encore, what else is there more (Chorus) Instrumental: