Way far out
We would fly around
Good, now you're listening
We would dodge
We were young
Closers
Bodies
Thrown like a book
Across all your rooms
I'm amazed
We could die tonight
I never killed a thing
Born to this song
Stuck in a plastic womb
Where your light is from
Steak and beer, the scream
For the laugher's whole world
Rise up above
All the little things
Oh, no
Here's where we go in a backflow
Here's where we lose our mind
Our kind
In slobber
Basking drunks
All loose enough
All loosen up
I never killed a thing
