Wild Nights - 311

I had to find out
Figure it for myself
Now I have no doubt
What it looks like in hell
Nights of remission
Are lived in quite a view
Let's light the fuse quick
And see just what this thing can do

Let's just get crazy with it
Once again
Give it a spin my friend
We're gonna test the limits

Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Without the lows and highs
Failing to get it right
Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Barely getting by
The days of getting high
Whoa oh oh

Spinning with the rhythm
In this world we'll bring
DJ's and Friday nights
And all the mornings uh
I want to live a little
And no it's not a riddle
And your attention yeah
I will need a little
Take it up when we hear the stage
Rocking Boba Fett just how we wage
Been apart for months and days
But what's in the clouds
Well it's just haze

Let's just get crazy with it
Once again
Give it a spin my friend
We're gonna test the limits

Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Without the lows and highs
Failing to get it right
Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Barely getting by
The days of getting high

Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh

Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Without the lows and highs
Failing to get it right
Where would we be
Without the wild nights
Barely getting by
The days of getting high

Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh