all the thoughts i can't erase
seem to wind up on your face
propelling me to outer space press the backspace key of time
all the words i can't define
i'll sing in an old fashioned line: na na na na, na na
we should be...
na, na na na na, na na
every day, every...
na, na na na na, na na
everything we'll ever be
na, na na na na, na na i could rip this world into
tiny fragments made of blue
if it would bring me back to you on the footsteps of your mind
there is nothing left to find
no signs of reason left behind na na na na, na na
we should be...
na, na na na na, na na
every day, every...
na, na na na na, na na
everything we'll ever be
na, na na na na, na na