Dip my head. In the water. Feel my thoughts. Wash over me, over me. . And I'm ready for disaster. I see you standing. Over me, over me. . And I never meant to be the girl who broke your heart.
Through the window of my car. I see beautiful girls. And the city and the lights two thousand and six miles from home. . But it's not over, til the weekend.
You've got sparks. It's not enough and we make time. Speaking sheets. And closed doors to dull out words. . But all you do is lay around. Spending time.