Spending our days translucent, in and out of everything Hanging out with strangers that s the way that we begin Staring at the sun, thinking it s the moon, A tiny indication it s gonna happen soon. But not like you expect these silhouettes are getting closer They bring you what you need never what you hope for. I guess by now they shoulda told ya I guess by now they re getting closer. There s so many things I just don t wanna say, Like have you got the stuff I need a good day There s so many things I just don t wanna do But your way is my way so walk on through Did you get the letter, the one I never sent ya I m all alone on my own misadventure, seeking something That I don t wanna find, cos if I do there s no rewind. Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black Then I make my way back across the tracks I can always find you wherever you are There s fire in your eyes in the miracle park I m on the very last train to wherever, reckon that I ll see you sometime like never, not even in My wildest did I think that it would go like this, Moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid I owe you this I say to myself I owe you this and nothing else