| Summer Nights |
| We thought it would last forever |
| And we thought we had the world on our shoulders |
| Free as a bird |
| That’s how we dream’t of the end |
| But never knew that we were all just part of a plan |
| In time we’ll find that we were not enough |
| For the one’s with their heads living high above |
| (Pre Chorus) |
| We made our way for the sun |
| But now we’re freezing cold |
| If life had only just begun |
| Why do we feel so old? |
| For at the end of the day |
| We’re all just little paintings |
| waiting to be erased |
| For time is a murder machine |
| It kills you when you’re asleep |
| And I won’t deny |
| I’m like a thief on the run |
| I even sleep with a gun |
| I see the light but it’s oh so far away |
| We’ve been running in circle’s every single day |
| (They said) |
| Come along we’ve got a long way to go |
| Just write your names in blood |
| And watch your stories unfold |
| We were young, immature |
| Got caught up in the bright lights |
| Sold our souls for a taste of the high life |
| In time we’ll find that we were not enough |
| For the one’s with their heads living high above |
| For time is a murder machine |
| It kills you when you’re asleep |
| And I won’t deny |
| I’m like a thief on the run |
| I even sleep with a gun |
| I see the light but it’s oh so far away |
| We’ve been running in circle’s everyday |
| (Break) |
| (Bridge) |
| Waking up is just another mistake |
| They dragged us into a whirlwind |
| and corrupted our faith |
| Now we’re six feet underneath the ground |
| And we’re running, and we’re running out of |
| Time is a murder machine |
| It kills you when you’re asleep |
| And I won’t deny |
| I’m like a thief on the run |
| I even sleep with a gun |
| I see the light but it’s oh so far away |
| We’ve been running in circle’s every single (2X) |
| Summer Nights |
| We thought it would last forever |
| And we thought we had the world on our shoulders |
| Free as a bird |
| That’s how we dream’t of the end |
| But never knew that we were all just part of a plan |
| In time we’ll find that we were not enough |
| For the one’s with their heads living high above |