A bad feeling burned
Through the ceiling
Leaving my healing heart with a new scar
A dead fire rose
And rose higher like
A vampire up from the graveyard

When did the sky turn black?
And when will the light come back?
We all suffer but
We recover just
To discover life where we all are
I fought all through the night
Oh oh, but I made it alive!
The sun is starting to rise
Oh, oh these are beautiful times!


Owl City - Beautiful times