The way you sit riding home on board the shuttle slouched And huddled with your knees against the seat It's the same way that I sit when I ride home on board the shuttle Slouched and troubled, wishing that you were sitting here next to me
And I'm just not convinced That this is just coincidence
I've heard at 11:11 you make wishes I've heard you're superstitious through and through And if that's true that's something I've been doing too Wishing at 11:12 tomorrow I'll be lying next to you
And I'm just not convinced That this is just coincidence And my gut instinct tells me there may be something more to this