Baby I went back to funeral row
kicking through the old streets
of a place I once called home
not long ago

Searching for an omen
looking for a sign
looking for the place I swore an oath of love undying
of love undying

but I'm tired of this dull ache
this endless and fake parade
I'm gonna torch my name and my trade

run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so brother don't go back to funeral row
the streets have fallen silent
and the cross no longer glows
on funeral row

and I'm tired of this dark place
where hope dies and hope fades
I'm gonna leave these shadows behind

run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so come on, Red, get your guitar
feed the flames and feed the fire
wishing things won't make them so
and the truth is, I refuse to go

Cos the shadow's where the best things hide
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the blinding light