Quayle Leaving The Lights On
I dream it's snowing outside
And it seems it'll never be that time
Can't decide to open my eyes
Or to wait 'til light
Don't want to decide to open my eyes
Or to wait 'til light
Tattoed spies, evil lies
That are tied to fright
Don't want to decide to open my eyes
Or to wait 'til light
Someday I'll see that no one was there
One day I'll know that I was immature
And still there's a fright
And it seems I'll have to sleep with the light
Leaving the lights on...
