Rearranged

We used to blow things up
Make little wars and stuff
Now I just watch the screen instead
Roll over and play dead

But I still see my friends at night
Like holy angels shining
In the blinding light
They're making it big, doing it right

They've been on holiday again
The exposed bulbs and reclaimed furniture looks familiar
But don't we like it anyway
I wonder if they ever fight
I wonder if they drive at night
Consider swerving in to the oncoming

The oncoming lights
The oncoming lights
Oh the oncoming lights
The oncoming lights

I wonder if I had the choice
And if you'd even hear my voice
If I was brave enough to sing the song to protest everything
But I just turn the bottle up
Until the air is thick as muck
You'll only end up looking down
If you pretend to give a fuck

And this road curves
Gentle round the bend
Loosening my grip
In to the light I sent it all
Ooh, it all

For every act of terror
On our soft and spongey bridge
The wire is rearranged

The oncoming lights
The oncoming lights
Oh the oncoming lights
The oncoming lights