The echo's loud but the walls are tight
You're on constant repeat, I still hear you shout
I can't remember what it's all about
I'm doing better in the light
There's no chance to get back to sleep
I'll be waiting up all night
To catch the very first of light
I'm doing better in the light
I'm doing better in the light
I'm doing better in the light
I'm losing all control
I'm losing everything that's worth to hold
I gave up youth and time
Distracted by my restless mind
But I don't mind to lose it all
If I still win you
If I still win you
If I still win you
You say it's just a slip and it'll go away
And be far gone (when) wide awake
But I'd rather fly into this storm
Than (to be) stuck in static on my own