We're moving slow passing accidents and we're singing to the ambulance saying oh my god I don't care about the car and oh my god I don't care at all
My words can't compare to your integers and numbers and I can't be a bag to board a plane oh I know I know I'm not inside I'm not in sight
I've found where you have been and I know it won't be long before we are found again
I haven't got plastic on my teeth but i can make you feel like it's open season I'll take what i want and take what you have but I'd put it back if I had the chance
I've found where you have been and I know it won't be long before we are found again