On our backs we made a promise,
Find an ocean deep enough, deep enough to sink us.
Our fate, tired promise to me,
Find a love deep enough, deep enough to scare us.
You say you want to be a better you and
I say I want to be a better me
And quit chasing ghosts,
No more mirrors and smoke,
just you and me in a sleeping city.
All my life, I have wrestled with words,
Insufficient and remote and absurd.
You say I won't need those words,
Where we're going I won't fight to be heard.
You say you want to be a better you and
I say I want to be a better me
And quit chasing ghosts, no more mirrors and smoke,
Just you and me in a sleeping city.
Where we go, where we go, oh clothes are not needed.
Where we go, where we go cell phones are not needed.
Where we go, where we go our money's not needed.
Where we go, where we go email is not needed.
Ah oh ah oh ah