Lovers Turn to Monsters - The Lights Lyrics

He's up to all his usual tricks, you know the ones that never seem to stick
The poet and the artist oh what a match made in heaven
But oh what a shame he's messed it up again
There he goes off in the distance
Staring at an empty sky
Waiting for the fireworks to come
Yeah he's staring at an empty sky
Waiting for the fireworks to come
But they aint coming tonight

Now he's cutting shapes
Well trying his best to anyway
And now he's reciting lines out of time
Out of touch and out of his mind
On anything that he can find
And I don't know if its anger jealousy or spite
But watching you dance with him it just don't feel quite right
And now he's
Staring at an empty sky
Waiting for the fireworks to come
Yeah he's staring at an empty sky
Waiting for the fireworks to come
But they aint coming tonight