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Teksty: Colours Run. Cynical Wonderful. Pilot Light.


Monday alarm dragged me out
Of the sweetest vision
I saw the end of the chase
And I was so calm, with no fear
No indecision
Writ in the lines upon my face

Every sky is fine
I'm happy all the time
Lost inside the lie
Oh God, I just thought
I let the light go out
I let the light go out
And this is my reward

You gave me a beautiful wife
With a good complexion
Strangers playing at my feet
And myriad drugs to contain
This strange infection
That leaves me feeling so incomplete

Now take me somewhere still
No horns, no bitter pills
Cos now that I've found all that I sought
I let the light go out
I let the light go out
And this is my reward

Save me from all this doubt
Just let the light go out
This is my reward

Leaves on the Autumn track
Oh honey don't look back
They're faster than us
Why must you move so slow
Oh honey, don't you know
They're catching us

Till then I don't think about it
Life is such fun without it
I'll outrun you
Pilot Light