I'm on the dishrag
You're on the plane
Dumb conversation
You feel the same
I'm on the next step to nowhere
All this ends again
You bought a paper
I bought a ring
You'll call me later
I'll let it sing
I wait for nothing but concept
All this fades to
I'll call out your window
When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh
And I won't be your friend though
If we don't feel the same
It'll just be a shame it's good
I left to save her
She left a sting
I met the maker
He met the king
I hope the shots keep the power
All this fades to
I'll call out your window
When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh
And I won't be your friend though
If we don't feel the same
It'll just be a shame it's good
Didn't anyone in the back room figure it out
Are the spacemen floating around
Waiting for the day day oh
Didn't anyone keep the pictures up on the wall
I was waiting for them to fall
Creepin back my way way but
I'll call out your window
When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh
And I won't be your friend though
If we don't feel the same
It'll just be a shame it's good