Testo Tail Lights

Way out here nobody’s lonely
And to themselves there’s no one else
Way out here nobody knows me
Seems I don’t even know myself
In the darkness there’s no shadow
In the light it’s plain as day
In the day it’s bright as glass gold
With some sort of blind man in the rain The kinds of reds like in the tail lights
Get to your head all just the same
There’s no help if you don’t want it
Spend my days looking through a screen
There’s no hell if you confront it
What does hell even mean?
The kinds of reds like in the tail lights
Burn just as bright as roaring flame
The kinds of reds like in the tail lights
Get to your head all just the same