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Lights


Background information
Birth name Valerie Anne Poxleitner
Born April 11, 1987
Born place Timmins, Ontario, Canada
Origin Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Genre(s) New Wave
Synthpop
Electropop
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Sire Records
Doghouse Records
Underground Operations
Website Website



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Lights Album


Acoustic (07/27/2010)
07/27/2010
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Out across cities I see buildings turn into piles
and watch the world in wonder, as mountains turn into tiles
and trees loosing their leaves and their faces becoming tired
i wish i could discover something that doesn't expire
come stumble me

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

such other things that make a kingdom rumble and shatter
the same dynamic that another day would never matter
it really just depends on who's giving and who's receiving
and things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving
come and humble me

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

i wanna go where you're going
a follower, following
changing, but never changed
claiming, but never claimed

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow




. . .



If you don't believe me,
If you don't like my plans,
You musn't tell me,
How I know your face like the back of my hands.
We walk the city,
I talk to you, understand
So won't you tell me.
How I know this place like the back of my hands.

My arms get cold,
In February air.
Please don't lose hold of me, out there.

And I know you're near me.
I know you understand.
Say that you're with me.
Say you know my face like the back of your hands.

My arms get cold,
In February air.
Please don't lose hold of me out there.

My arms get cold,
In February air.
Please don't lose hold of me, out there.

My arms get cold,
In February air.
Please don't lose hold of me out there.

My arms get cold,
In February air.
Please don't lose hold of me out there.

And i know this place like the back of my hands




. . .


Don't worry about me I'm gonna make it alright
Got my enemies cross haired in my sight
I take a bad situation gonna make it right
In the shadow of darkness I stand in the light

See it's our style to keep it true
I've had a bad year; all I've gone through
I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue
She's not the one coming back for you
She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down
You're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down
You're gonna be my friend

If I fall back down
You're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down
You're gonna be my friend

It takes disaster to learn a lesson
We're gonna make it through the darkest nights
Some people betray one and cause treason
We're gonna make everything alright

The worst of times now, they don't faze me
Even if I look and act really crazy
On my way down she betrayed me
Now my vision is no longer hazy

I'm very lucky to have my crew
They stood by me when she flew
I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue
She's not the one coming back for you
She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down
You're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down
You're gonna be my friend

If I fall back down
You're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down
You're gonna be my friend

If I fall back down
You're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down
You're gonna be my friend

You're gonna be my friend

. . .



The night is deafening when the silence is listening
And Iґm down on my knees and I know that something is missing.
Because the back of my mind is holding things Iґm relying in
But I choose to ignore it because Iґm always denying them.

Iґm a bit of a manic when itґs not as I plan it
Cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic
Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it
Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?

I donґt want to know

I just want to run to you
And break off the chains and throw them away
I just want to be so much
And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
Sooner than later I'll need a saviour
I'll need a saviour

It wonґt ever change if you want it to stay the same
I really hate it but I know itґs hard to choose if youґre chained
And when itґs all you control cause youґve got nothing less to hold
Youґre getting tighter and tighter itґs getting harder to let it go

I donґt want to know

I just want to run to you
And break off the chains and throw them away
I just want to be so much
And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
Sooner than later I'll need a saviour
I'll need a saviour

Stand me up and maybe I wonґt be so small
Free my hands and feet and maybe I wonґt always fall...
Save me

I just want to run to you
And break off the chains and throw them away
I just want to be so much
And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
I just want to run to you
And break off the chains and throw them away
I just want to be so much
And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
Sooner than later I'll need a saviour
I'll need a saviour




. . .


You're three sides of my eight-sided circle
Two lovers juxtaposed with doorways
Broken window frames color her eyes in with back lines
Let it all run down
Let it all run down

It's one way to abhor a horizon
Cause in my opinion,
It's one way to say we're abandoned
And we don't belong here at all

There's no explanation or forewarning underneath all the crimson linings
We approach the streets with a clear conscience
We'll survive
Let it all fall down
Let it all fall down

It's one way to abhor a horizon
And not to mention,
It's one way to say we're abandoned
And we don't belong here at all

And romance just is
Slow it all down
The damage is done
Play the music loud
Don't make a sound
Let's raise a toast to a sad story
In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup

You made it,
You made it hurt so bad
You made it hurt so bad

With a little poison we can burn this whole place down to the ground again

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