She's at a loss
And I'm dead wrong
Someday I'll come to miss you


Why'd I arm the bombs?
Wide eyes and holes

Someday I'll pull my teeth out

I see you later in the nighttime

Where all the colors all dark are glowing
We don't really get along
We get down, we get down

I see you later in the moonlight
But all the colors are softly fading
We don't really want to die

We get down, we get down

Why'd I arm the bombs?

Wide eyes and holes
Someday I'll pull my teeth out