- cifra
Met you in the dark and
Look how far it got us
Bawling in your arms
A camera was recording
Laughter from the patio
We were keeping quiet (all this hiding out)
Everything you said makes sense but I can't say goodbye yet
In the end
I believe in something I can't see
In the end
I believe in something I can't see
Sleep an hour, right up to Sunday
Pull out the webcam, show off my body
I try to lay low, right below light strobes
I want some touch from someone I don't know
Throw another dollar at a body builder
On me, he's on me
Wonderful, the Sun is coming up now
On me, on me
In the end
I believe in something I can't see
In the end
I believe in something I can't see
I believe in something I can't see
I believe in something I can't see
Only time I find slumber
When it is you I am under
