She's at a loss

And I'm dead wrong

Someday I'll come to miss you

Why'd I arm the bombs

Wide eyes and holes

Someday I'll pull my teeth out

I see you later in the nighttime

Where all the colors all dark are glowing

We don't really get along

We get down we get down

I see you later in the moonlight
But all the colors are softly fading

We don't really want to die

We get down we get down

Why'd I arm the bombs

Wide eyes and holes

Someday I'll pull my teeth out