We're moving slow passing accidents
and we're singing to the ambulance
saying oh my god I don't care about the car
and oh my god I don't care at all
My words can't compare to your integers and numbers
and I can't be a bag to board a plane
oh I know I know I'm not inside
I'm not in sight
I've found where you have been
and I know it won't be long
before we are found again
I haven't got plastic on my teeth
but i can make you feel like it's open season
I'll take what i want and take what you have
but I'd put it back if I had the chance
I've found where you have been
and I know it won't be long
before we are found again