| Song | All Those Pretty Lights |
| Artist | Andrew Belle |
| Album | All Those Pretty Lights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The wind blows through your hair | |
| As you’re walking people stare | |
| Up the block and down the street | |
| To north kings highway | |
| And there’s a beating in my chest | |
| And it’s seeming to suggest | |
| That before this day is through | |
| It might go my way | |
| So i sit back in my seat | |
| I scribble down something that’s sweet | |
| About a boy, a girl | |
| And endless stretch of scenery | |
| Cause it’s like falling to your knees | |
| Before a stranger on the street | |
| I did it just the other day | |
| You should have seen me | |
| Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
| And how my words never came out right | |
| It’s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| In the sky | |
| There’s something to be said | |
| About the colors in your head | |
| And how they mix to form | |
| The perfect shade of sadness | |
| Not because of things i’ve done | |
| Or any of the songs i’ve sung | |
| It’s just the story of our lives | |
| We wish we had this | |
| And i remember we stayed up | |
| Way past you’re bedtime | |
| Up on the 2nd floor | |
| Down by my sliding door | |
| Just innocent kids | |
| In a victimless crime | |
| Trapped in a metaphor | |
| Hoping for something more |
| The wind blows through your hair | |
| As you' re walking people stare | |
| Up the block and down the street | |
| To north kings highway | |
| And there' s a beating in my chest | |
| And it' s seeming to suggest | |
| That before this day is through | |
| It might go my way | |
| So i sit back in my seat | |
| I scribble down something that' s sweet | |
| About a boy, a girl | |
| And endless stretch of scenery | |
| Cause it' s like falling to your knees | |
| Before a stranger on the street | |
| I did it just the other day | |
| You should have seen me | |
| Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
| And how my words never came out right | |
| It' s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| In the sky | |
| There' s something to be said | |
| About the colors in your head | |
| And how they mix to form | |
| The perfect shade of sadness | |
| Not because of things i' ve done | |
| Or any of the songs i' ve sung | |
| It' s just the story of our lives | |
| We wish we had this | |
| And i remember we stayed up | |
| Way past you' re bedtime | |
| Up on the 2nd floor | |
| Down by my sliding door | |
| Just innocent kids | |
| In a victimless crime | |
| Trapped in a metaphor | |
| Hoping for something more |
| The wind blows through your hair | |
| As you' re walking people stare | |
| Up the block and down the street | |
| To north kings highway | |
| And there' s a beating in my chest | |
| And it' s seeming to suggest | |
| That before this day is through | |
| It might go my way | |
| So i sit back in my seat | |
| I scribble down something that' s sweet | |
| About a boy, a girl | |
| And endless stretch of scenery | |
| Cause it' s like falling to your knees | |
| Before a stranger on the street | |
| I did it just the other day | |
| You should have seen me | |
| Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
| And how my words never came out right | |
| It' s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| Just like all those pretty lights | |
| In the sky | |
| There' s something to be said | |
| About the colors in your head | |
| And how they mix to form | |
| The perfect shade of sadness | |
| Not because of things i' ve done | |
| Or any of the songs i' ve sung | |
| It' s just the story of our lives | |
| We wish we had this | |
| And i remember we stayed up | |
| Way past you' re bedtime | |
| Up on the 2nd floor | |
| Down by my sliding door | |
| Just innocent kids | |
| In a victimless crime | |
| Trapped in a metaphor | |
| Hoping for something more |