To the by halfway out of the door
stay till i'm sure
and i'll order your another one, with roses in and cherries on
so we won't have to talk anymore
so we wonøt have to talk anymore
From a girl with one eye on the skyline
counting peeks and towers
but I keep seeing solo flying wishing them away
till I don't know what to say anymore
til I don't know what to say anumore
Till the boy at the end of my arm
meet me somewhere halfway
'cause I hold everything that you have to say
but now we cant play anymore
but now we cant play anymore
but now
(now we)
cant play anymore
From a girl with half a mile to leave behind the sirins wealing
Cause I saw you get your daggers out, and I hid in the crowd
but know we can't hide anymore
but now we can't hide anymore
