The party may wind down the bottles are strewn and broken The games are all played out like useless tokens The videos are scattered their messages have screened and clattered Discussing the actors as if they mattered they mattered And I'm not gaining any ground here No I'm not listening you do not care We are not driving in the same gear It always feels the same on the dark side of the bright lights Getting turned off again The night's conversation might never really end up anywhere The big mouths just open and close on fingers The shal-la-la-la-low laughs they turned out to be hard reminders And we only heard them playing behind us behind us
And I'm not gaining any ground here You are not listening you do not care You are not whispering in the right ear It always feels the same on the dark side of the bright lights Getting turned off again I can't stand it I can't stand it I can't even gain your attention And I'm not gaining any ground here No I'm not listening you do not care We are not driving in the same gear It always feels the same on the dark side of the bright lights On the dark side of the bright lights On the dark side of the bright lights Getting turned off again (x3)