Ya know, you're really on the verge of being fine I know the days they tend to weigh upon your mind Ooh
Of all the hours you wasted, time's still on your side Why won't you take the bait and build our castle high? You move at night so no one misses you outright Fly to the hills to get a better view of life
Ya know, you're really on the verge of being fine The moon will wax and wane until the end of time You move at night so no one misses you outright Fly to the hills to get a better view of life Oh
