The night is alive, it's loud, and I'm drunk Kissing the mic and singing about us The songs that I make, I barely rehearse them They're hardly mistakes, they're meant to be honest
I'm way out of tune, turned up to eleven Floating around this noisy heaven Most of the words get stuck in my mouth But I mean all the ones that punch their way out
Our heads are blurry Our hearts are sharp things I bet on you To make me nervous To stay dangerous Good love is not safe
