I'm out of words you'll find me staring at the sky
in times of desperation wishing on whats left of meteors at night
Baby give me a chance, grant me all that I ask

Let me feel your warmth on my cold hands
safe and sound in my bed, you only wanted to rest
And I kept you up talking about my plans

To leave this god-forsaken place, for good
to hunt down dreams like hounds with a keen sense of smell would
to keep florescent memories frozen in the past

to following me into the sun - I always knew you'd understand that.
And maybe we're stuck under ground but baby there's only one way too find out
i'll draw a map and we can dig up a new route

cuz i can see it in your face and i can't be here for one more day
cuz i can't stand the thought of tape over my mouth


then you confess that you want me
and no one else
as i undress you'll keep those warm hands to yourself

unless by chance i pull you near
i'll keep you as my souvenir
there's no one i would rather be with now.