Street lights are cutting off now And the roads are filling up Everybody’s going somewhere But baby I know
I was standing on the ceiling Saw a plane crash on the news They say the chances of that happening Are about the same as finding you
What I need What I need What I need Is you… and me
There are fires on the hillside Swallowing up all the land They say it was started by these two young kids who were messing around With something they couldn’t understand
What I need What I need What I need Is you… and me
I’m paralyzed like there’s half of me that’s missing
What I need What I need What I need Is you… and me Is you… and me Is you… and me