Hanging roud your house and staying up all night
what I lack you got it all behind your doors
right you need time I need you right by my side
but I stare too long and get you wrong if I don't
hide each time I fall down you need to come around
so fuck our low downs what I need - someday I'll
write a book about it until that day I follow you
around and I won't quit I won't go away I won't
give it up I won't stop but I stare too long and
get you wrong if I don't drop we'll find a way we
won't get nowhere we won't get lost cause we'll
get somewhere and I don't mind I really don't
care we'll find a way when we will get there.