We used to blow things up Make little wars and stuff Now I just watch the screen instead Roll over and play dead But I still see my friends at night Like holy angels shining In the blinding light They're making it big, doing it right They've been on holiday again The exposed bulbs and reclaimed furniture looks familiar But don't we like it anyway I wonder if they ever fight I wonder if they drive at night Consider swerving in to the oncoming The oncoming lights The oncoming lights Oh the oncoming lights The oncoming lights I wonder if I had the choice And if you'd even hear my voice If I was brave enough to sing the song to protest everything But I just turn the bottle up Until the air is thick as muck You'll only end up looking down If you pretend to give a fuck And this road curves Gentle round the bend Loosening my grip In to the light I sent it all Ooh, it all For every act of terror On our soft and spongey bridge The wire is rearranged The oncoming lights The oncoming lights Oh the oncoming lights The oncoming lights