It came in through the window singing my favourite song, I already had a reputation for singing along. Even though the words were not appropriate and stronger than a bomb, I thought if I believed them enough they would carry me along.
And somewhere can they see us? Somewhere can they see us? I told you. I told you I'm not your one. I told you. I told you I'm not your one.
I was bred to make mistakes and I made as many as I should, You're not one of them; I am yours. We're way down, we're way down. Can they see us?