I saw you look back and now your cover's blown. You're feeling me or at least you're feeling me out. But you're not here alone. Anyone here can see that we were made for each other.
We heard it everyday. Just pretty lights and hit parades. And we were just another one. Hell bent to make a little scrape. And now that life of office chairs.
Come out, I'll say sorry and we can just finally be. If coming back I don't see you, then. Well that's just fine with me. 'Cause I find it hard to make sense now, I need anyone.
It's so much that I don't mind. So color me from outside in. See I don't know, I don't know. I'm calling you wherever you go. I'll follow you wherever you go.