We're undercover, over it.
So get down low, savour it.
This will be the last spree for the crime.

So take your time.
Pretend your mine.


You could be my Seth Cohen.
I could be your Lorelai.
We'd live under the sun and talk so fast

We would outlast.

But I can't fight back even in my dreams.

My fortitude is nothing like it seems.
At night that come and I just let them in.
I never win. I never win.


As it stands you tip your hat.
I walk past and curtsy back

No one who knows us both would ever guess
What could be next.


We are relentless...

And you could Seth Cohen

I could be your Lorelai
Someday soon these too fantasies could meet
The rust of conceit


Would taste sooo sweet.


But I can't fight back even in my dreams
You're valour's short and useless like a scream.
AT nigh tthey come and take you're face away

You never stay, you never stay...