hey there, baby, have you got a light? im not but im afraid i might have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and in your kiss and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis
you told me stories in room 426 of wooden boys falling for girls made out of matchsticks i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks glue so i could spend the rest of my life wearing nothing but socks and you
we got a lot of maybes to muddle through but my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine cuz im gonna tear this world apart, baby, until 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 you never know if ever ill see you again, so i hold and pray
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youll be an artist, ill be your hands well go the farthest from our lives we can ill swim the ocean, you away til were in denmark, youll hear me say: