Do you ever feel like a plastic bag: drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?.
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin: like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine, just own the night like the 4th of July. ‘Cause baby you’re a firework, come on, show ‘em what you’re worth. Make ‘em go “Oh, oh, oh”, as you shoot across the sky.