On the Lips

I watch David Blaine

Find myself believing

In anything, in many things

I watch David Blaine

Find myself believing

In anything, in anything

Where would I kiss ya

If I could kiss ya?

Why would I kiss ya

If I could kiss ya?

I'm sorry I'm high, let's go

Sometimes I cry 'cause I know

I'll never have all the answers

Separated by a subway transfer

I watch you disappear

As my train rolls away

I know you could've kissed me

But I'll have to wait

Where would I kiss ya

If I could kiss ya?

Why should I kiss ya

If I could kiss ya?