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