Choking on a wishbone. In the firing line of lovers. Who will never slow down. . And I won't let you steer. Commandeer the atmosphere. Since you suggested running away.
Stuck at your front gate. With some pictures I just want to hand ya. (Pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures). . Almost made the door knock twice.
Hey you, where's your blood, where are your bones?. How come you're invisible. I'm fadin' through a love in the sun, and I need you to hold. I want you to be physical.