in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as i speak
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there
there's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
(don't reach out, don't reach out)
steer away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster
(don't reach out, don't reach out)
just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(there's someone on your shoulder)
just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(there's someone on your shoulder)there there
why so green and lonely?
heaven sent you to me
we are accidents waiting waiting to happen
we are accidents waiting waiting to happen.
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