Songtext von 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