It's like blowing out the candle
Before you're ever seen
All the mirrors in your own life
Reflecting off of me
You say you're the dangerous one
I don't like what you've become
You're the dangerous one
I will hide from you I'll run
It's like moving to an island
Made of only sand
I would pay a visit to you
But my song was bad
I was looking at the girls
In the pickup truck
They were washing by like rain
On the road to love, Singing