In pitch dark I go, walking in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as I speak.

Just because you feel, it doesnt mean it's there.
Just because you feel, it doesnt mean it's there.

There's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck.

(don't reach out, don't reach out)

Steer away from these rocks
We'd be a walking disaster...

(don't reach out, don't reach out)

Just because you feel it, doesn't mean it's there...

(there's someone on your shoulder)

Just because you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.

(there's someone on your shoulder)

There, there

Why so green and lonely?
Heaven sent you to me.

We are accidents, waiting waiting to happen.

We are accidents,
waiting waiting to happen.