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 you If I could kiss you Why would I kiss you If could kiss you 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 you If I could kiss you Why should I kiss you If I could kiss you