So how was every headache conceived? How has your heart been broken? Unconsciously we leave and then we leave our eyes open.
You've got love. You've got luck.
So it's out of the city and so into indy, the steam from machines that keeps the scene clean. Who are you to do this to me?
Sometimes I feel like I'm on fire and sometimes, well, you're water. I'd say it better if I had time, but that's how much I want her.
I've got love. I've got luck.
I haven't felt this alive or alone since I've been home.
We take in the lake and then say, the state. Our phones are all glowing. They know where we're going. Who are you to do this to me? We stopped when the snow made it so hard to see. We sank in the seats and you laid into me. Who are you to do this to me?
I haven't felt this alive or alone since you've been home.