Josh Doyle:Pop Idoledit

You can't see the faces for all the lights,
You're running on autopilot tonight,
Girls in the front screaming your name,
You know what they want and you're fanning the flame.

Yeah, I can see it in your eyes,
This is what you want, isn't it?

Got a star on the door all your clothes on the the floor,
Doing lines with a stripper but you've gotten so bored,
A body in your bed in the presidents suite,
And the love that you make is warm like machines, yeah.

Yeah, I can see it in your eyes,
This is what you want isn't it?
Yeah, how you wear it on your mind,
Something for the lost innocent.

You surround yourself with your hangers on,
To shut out the ones that tell you you're wrong,
Your manager tries, but you can't hear a word,
Your head's still ringing with the singing of your own praises.

And the women you take drift out of frame,
Just when you reach it, it leaves you again,
People around you say that you've changed,
You drift to your doom and the sex don't save.

Yeah, I can see it in your eyes,
This is what you want isn't it?
Yeah, I'll drink it to your name,
Something that you lost, isn't it?
Lost isn't it?
Lost isn't it?
Lost isn't it?
Lost isn't it?