hey there, baby, have you got light? im not smoking, but im afraid i might have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in kiss and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis
you told me horror stories in room 426 of wooden boys for girls made out of matchsticks i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks and glue so i could spend the of my life wearing nothing but socks and you
chorus we got a lot of maybes to muddle through my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine cuz im tear this world apart, baby, until youre mine
knew much about magic, but i think i finally found a teacher never meant to find my soul, but i got lost along the way never lived with you, but i know i cant live without you never know if ill see you again, so i tight and pray
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youll be an artist, ill be your hands well go farthest from our lives we can ill swim the ocean, whisk you away til were in denmark, youll hear me say: