Lit the arena Filled it with cheers Ten thousand lighters Twenty thousand ears The top of the world Outside the county line Job at the bookbinders Bills yet to go Drank till it all became something that we didn't know In Bradbury Heights, every song's a soul today Bradbury Heights Put the fog machines away Forty-five minutes Late to the stage Just caught the last song Tried but I can't stop the rage Hung with some good friends Broke them all down Wondering when you would notice that I'm not around And she wasn't supposed to be mine But I didn't know that at the time And she tried very hard but the light was fading out Lit the arena Filled it with cheers Ten thousand lighters Twenty thousand ears Choked on our feelings Nothing to wash them all down