we're moving slow passing accidents
and we're singing to the ambulance
saying oh my god i don't care about the car
and oh my god i don't care at all
my words can't compare to your integers and numbers
and i can't be a bag to board a plane
oh i know i know i'm not inside
i'm not in sight
i've found where you have been
and i know it won't be long
before we are found again
i haven't got plastic on my teeth
but i can make you feel like it's open season
i'll take what i want and take what you have
but i'd put it back if i had the chance
i've found where you have been
and i know it won't be long
before we are found again