Noisy Heaven [Quiet Slang]

The night is alive, it's loud, and I'm drunk Kissing the mic and singing about us The songs that I make, I barely rehearse them They're hardly mistakes, they're meant to be honest Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah I'm way out of tune, turned up to eleven Floating around noisy heaven Most of the words stuck in my mouth But I mean all the ones that punch their way out Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Our heads are blurry Our hearts are sharp things I bet on you To make me nervous To stay dangerous Good love is not safe Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh The night is alive, it's loud, and I'm drunk