I watch those nights first
Starts off black and white
And all your plans they will happen
All your plans happen in the middle of the night
So leave your flood lights on
So I throw myself down the stairs
She said you should start dressing up again
He stands where y'all stand
With a torch and some butter knives
So leave the flood light on
Throw myself up the stairs
Just to know that you may be
Clench your fist to rub off the scars
Clench your fist just to be backwards in the yard
I not often swerve off the road
We not often make a wrong turn right
So leave your flood lights on
There will be almost everyone
So we throw ourselves up the stairs
Just to show that you are there