We sit on top of this blue tower And watch the fog talk to each other There's more traffic out here than on the 405 But we're flying We're flying higher than the clouds tonight
So do I... So do I... So do I... So do I go and expect to return? So do I... So do I... So do I go and expect to return?
The second hand counts two for every second, one While the music screams for a fistfight Against my eardrums and the volume knob There are not tap-outs tonight
We'll lay our heads against the wall And wait until they begin to bruise Because the blackest nights could use some blue To paint the portrait perfect image that fills our eyes.
This was the first time but we're remembering the last The most perfect things are anything At least for tonight
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So do I... So do I... So do I... So do I go and expect to return? So do I... So do I... So do I go and expect to return?
The second hand counts two for every second, one While the music screams for a fistfight Against my eardrums and the volume knob There are not tap-outs tonight
We'll lay our heads against the wall And wait until they begin to bruise Because the blackest nights could use some blue To paint the portrait perfect image that fills our eyes.
This was the first time but we're remembering the last The most perfect things are anything At least for tonight
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