Lit the arena
Filled it with cheers
Ten thousand lighters
Twenty thousand ears
The top of the world
Outside the county line
Job at the bookbinders
Bills yet to go
Drank till it all became something that we didn't know
In Bradbury Heights, every song's a soul today
Bradbury Heights
Put the fog machines away
Forty-five minutes
Late to the stage
Just caught the last song
Tried but I can't stop the rage
Hung with some good friends
Broke them all down
Wondering when you would notice that I'm not around
And she wasn't supposed to be mine
But I didn't know that at the time
And she tried very hard but the light was fading out
Lit the arena
Filled it with cheers
Ten thousand lighters
Twenty thousand ears
Choked on our feelings
Nothing to wash them all down
