| Song | Make Light (Album Version) |
| Artist | Passion Pit |
| Album | Manners |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So now we see | |
| Comes burying my burnt remains | |
| These puddled clouds | |
| Oh I, I understand now | |
| But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
| Dangling, shimmering | |
| Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
| Oh I'll not be told "No" to no more | |
| You must believe to hear me sing these | |
| Messy morsels of my self-assuring love | |
| Oh it's painful kneading | |
| Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
| That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
| Why do they all look like me? | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I'm alive | |
| And it's alright | |
| Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| If I had hands I'd hold up high | |
| My lofty dreams and my alibi's real name | |
| But I have no strength | |
| So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
| There's a ghost in your eye | |
| There is someone that knows more than I | |
| But I'm quick to deny | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I'm alive | |
| And it's alright | |
| Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| Make Light! |
| So now we see | |
| Comes burying my burnt remains | |
| These puddled clouds | |
| Oh I, I understand now | |
| But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
| Dangling, shimmering | |
| Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
| Oh I' ll not be told " No" to no more | |
| You must believe to hear me sing these | |
| Messy morsels of my selfassuring love | |
| Oh it' s painful kneading | |
| Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
| That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
| Why do they all look like me? | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I' m alive | |
| And it' s alright | |
| Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| If I had hands I' d hold up high | |
| My lofty dreams and my alibi' s real name | |
| But I have no strength | |
| So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
| There' s a ghost in your eye | |
| There is someone that knows more than I | |
| But I' m quick to deny | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I' m alive | |
| And it' s alright | |
| Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| Make Light! |
| So now we see | |
| Comes burying my burnt remains | |
| These puddled clouds | |
| Oh I, I understand now | |
| But darkness falls likes shattered pieces | |
| Dangling, shimmering | |
| Torn and tattered yet crowned | |
| Oh I' ll not be told " No" to no more | |
| You must believe to hear me sing these | |
| Messy morsels of my selfassuring love | |
| Oh it' s painful kneading | |
| Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles | |
| That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong | |
| Why do they all look like me? | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I' m alive | |
| And it' s alright | |
| Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| If I had hands I' d hold up high | |
| My lofty dreams and my alibi' s real name | |
| But I have no strength | |
| So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn | |
| There' s a ghost in your eye | |
| There is someone that knows more than I | |
| But I' m quick to deny | |
| So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh | |
| Just to prove I' m alive | |
| And it' s alright | |
| Cause tonight there' s a way I' ll make light | |
| Of my treacherous life | |
| Make Light! |