Hung up and bent on a stranger Just trying to swing a full-time ride I never knew the cold hand of danger Til I met this one and took it inside Now
I got nothing You got something I feel out of place Looking through your window Into the delicate place Reflections stating obvious mating holds I
Remember the weight of the world It's a sound that we used to buy On cassette and 45 And now this little girl She says will we make it at all 800 miles
I wanna change your mind Said I wanna set it right this time I'm looking through you You know who you are And planning for the apocalypse Is not considered