Attic Lights

When I get to paradise

Play my bass against the wind

I'll look down on the attic lights

I won't be safe or tired

I won't care

I won't care

Something inside the white light

Disengage the cold world

Russia, Czech Republic

Japan

I remember punk

I remember the punk

Came at me with white light

I can still remember the smell

Never washed his clothes

Something about the stained glass window

Paradise

Paradise

I implore you

Paradise

Think twice

Think twice

I implore you

You'll be stuck like me

You'll be stuck like me

Maximum pain, maximum effect

Grow old, grow old

So used to the smell of it