It all comes down to happenstance why we haven't met
The truth is that I'm afraid we already have
Constant fear of absence, despite your scent
That I'll forget to look around, and miss you by
A second
A second
A second
A second
Collapse of all my senses; composure fades
The look in your eyes is dangerous; you needn't say
Derelict as he is as we start to sway
Reckless abandon as the floor
Heads our way
Heads our way
Heads our way
Heads our