One, two, three. Counting out the signs we see. The tall buildings. Fading in the distance. Only dots on a map. . Four, five, six. The two of us, a perfect fit.
The paths have been crossed. The crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lost. Melancholy phantoms eye our skins. And poisoned apples falling with the wind.
We stood so tall, we caught a plane. By the wing and held it safe. Until we found it a place to land. . We laid across the ocean wide. Bridged the gap in record time.
Stitch in your knitted brow. And you don't know how. You're gonna get it out. . Crushed under heavy chest. Tryna catch your breath. But it always beats you by a step.
Come on, come out, the weather is warm. Come on, come out, said come on, come on. A spot in the shade where oranges fall. The spot in the shade away from it all.
Don't know what to do anymore. I've lost the only love worth fighting for. And I'll drown in my tears storming sea. And that would show you, that would make you hurt like me.