Attic Lights

When I get to paradise
Play my bass against the wind
Ill look down on the attic lights
I wont be safe or tired
I wont care
I wont 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
Youll be stuck like me
Youll be stuck like me
Maximum pain, maximum effect
Grow old, grow old
So used to the smell of it