In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as I speak.
Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
Just because you feel it doesn't 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, lonely, lonely?
Heaven sent you to, to me, to me, to me.
We are accidents waiting waiting to happen.
We are accidents waiting waiting to happen.
