Whitley
Bright White Lights
I was walking down a dark black roadI was chasing a bright white lightI'm sinking in a deep blue oceanI'm flying in a clear blue skyI'm screaming at a large, deaf monsterAs I'm falling from the fifteenth floorI will make it through thisI will make it through thisI will make it through thisI will make it through thisWe're dreaming of a bright white ChristmasAs we're sailing towards a big black stormI'm crying like a newborn babyBecause you're falling like an injured doveI'm walking down a dark black roadI'm chasing a bright white lightI will make it through thisI will make it through thisI will make it through thisI will make it through this
From Letras Mania