Floodlights

floodlights shine on silver roofs of cars an old friend passes me by with his life in his arms the broken home of my best friend is only footsteps away i'm sure if i concentrate i could hear her silence if my whole life is slowly fading scars will i fade with them? is there need for fresh wounds? the barely breathing home of my best friend is miles and hours away i'm sure if you listen hard you could hear his desperate plea my whole life is slowly fading scars i will fade with them there is need for fresh wounds. so consider me alive its better you are blind keep thinking im happy its best you never know when the floodlights die the summer turns to rain when the floodlights die this song will end when the floodlights die my suffering will end floodlights die. this is the end.