You could throw your conscience away Just to learn a good part in the play Maybe there's a reason that you feel so empty Broken bottles and junk on the floor It's hard to notice when your eye's on the score If you burn a picture to obtain the ashes A bit of wind could blow what's left away You could leave your heart at the door You could waste all your time wanting more You could play a victim to a broken mirror You could sell yourself for a dime Step on anyone who borrows your time You could be a hero to your own reflection You could feed your head with empty praise If you burn a picture to obtain the ashes You resign to throwing yourself away There's another, there's another light There's another, there's another light There's another, there's another light There's another, there's another light There's another, there's another light