There’s water, it’s coming down,
but you’re safer blurred, melt in the background.
I’m running through the underground,
where’d you get your name from?
It’s sort of not real now,
but I bought us both a new place downtown,
and though you knew I’m dreaming, I’d
be a nice neighbour.
Break me again, would I come back to you?
Make me pretend that I was happy to
break it again, did I react to you?
Everything ends, I guess this passes too.
I know what you’re saying, it’s gonna look wasted if I lose track too,
but if I keep waiting, the novelty’s fading, would life come back to us?
Unpack, lose touch. / Come back to us
A quarter to call you back,
it’s important we both know where we’re at,
“if I’m honest, truth is I’m not attached,
where’d you get my number?”