I'm going to a place without a sense of direction,
I'm going to a place where I can get some sleep,
Don't cover me, cover me, cover me in expectations
I'm going to a place at the bottom of the sea.
I'm going to a place in the middle of the country
to hear the stereo sounds from the radio trees,
Hold me, won't you hold me in your affection,
I'm going to a place in the siren city.
It's just you and me in a grayscale movie scene.
It's just you and me in a washed out silver screen.
I'm going to a place in the middle of the country,
I'm going to a place where I can get some sleep,
Don't cover me, cover me, cover me in your affections,
I'm going to a place at the bottom of the sea.
It's just you and me in a grayscale movie scene.
It's just you and me in a wasted teenage sea.
In a few years, we'll all be younger,
I'll spend my days with you down under.
And maybe it'll be clear enough weather
for us to stare at the clouds forever.
And we were covered in your starry blanket
underneath the red balloon-faced rainbow ceiling.
You told me if forever's ending in a day or three.
I'd rather just be you and me, back to the start of a faded dream.
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