I'm slave to the thought of each other
It occupies in the space of another
It spawned a fear, it followed me here
But you're the one that's dragging us under
What will it take to keep us together
Headlights from impending disaster
Don't look ahead, we're probably dead
And you're the one who's driving us under
I'm a slave to the thought of each other
Puppeteered by the faultiest weather
The bird will age, it's freedom encaged
Til it reduced to a bone and a feather
Still I'm checking for the vital signs
Just in case there's one last thing to try
I know, it's useless, but can I get one last
Optimistic with my fingers crossed
While I wrestle with my idle thoughts
I know it's useless, but can you just notice... this time
