Existentialism On Prom Night

When the sun came up We were sleeping in Sunk inside our blankets Sprawled across the bed And we were dreaming There are moments when When I know it ends The world revolves around us And we're keeping it Keep it all going This delicate balance Vulnerable, all-knowing Sing like you think no one's listening You would kill for this Just a little bit Just a little bit You would Sing like you think no one's listening You would kill for this Just a little bit Just a little bit You would, you would Sing me something soft Sad and delicate Or loud and out of key Sing me anything We're glad for what we've got Done with what we've lost Our whole lives laid out Right in front of us Sing like you think no one's listening You would kill for this Just a little bit Just a little bit You would Sing like you think no one's listening You would kill for this Just a little bit Just a little bit You would, you would Sing me something soft Sad and delicate Or loud and out of key Sing me anything