I walked around In a chemical freeze You dance marathon Quit meaning something to me
I’m so locked out The hallway hangs around What’s left in the street Without a puddle showing me stars
I’ll carry the air I’ll keep you there What’s left in the street Without a puddle showing me stars
I’ll carry the air (I’m becoming used to it) I’ll keep you there (the bad guy doesn’t mean it) I’ll carry the air (I’m becoming used to it) I’ll keep you there (the bad guy doesn’t mean it)