Just like the white page awaits the writer
Not everyone is born to be a fighter
I find my self, driven by desire
With the right incentive, I'm a fool for hire
And who could say how much is too much?
And who could say what's right and what's wrong?
Bright sounds knocking down the walls
Let's give it away before we lose it all
Bright sounds and I burn in desire
Some call me a king, some call me a liar
As soon as words turn into something lighter
I close my eyes, everything is brighter
We're falling for pleasures, like moths to the fire
Just turning our heads to find something higher
And who could say how much is too much?
And who could say what's right and what's wrong?
Bright sounds knocking down the walls
Give it away before we lose it all
Bright sounds and I burn in desire
Some call me a king, some call me a liar
Bright sounds knocking down the walls
Give it away before we lose it all
Bright sounds and I burn in desire
Some call me a king, some call me a liar