Bright White Lights - Whitley

I was walking down a dark black road

I was chasing a bright white light

I’m sinking in a deep blue ocean

I’m flying in a clear blue sky

I’m screaming at a large deaf monster

As I’m falling from the fifteenth floor

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

We’re dreaming of a bright white Christmas

We’re sailing towards a big black storm

I’m crying like a newborn baby

'Cause you’re falling like an injured dove

I’m walking down a dark black road

I’m chasing a bright white light

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

I will make it through this

I will make it through this