Mm, seem like everyone is calling now I need a minute alone
Mm, take a handle operator 'cause I locked all your shit out the door
And you still got me so fucked in the head
All the night and never ending my dreams have all been fading so long
I'm on time, it's evident, it's second glances, evading questions and playing the smoke
That's how it goes
Na-na
That's how it goes
A bill in the mail, a call from the mall
The telephone wires don't reach that far anymore
What were we made of? Of water and wanderlust
After all, you're the one who made me feel present
I'm sad I'm missing somewhere else in the world
What were we made of? Of water and wanderlust
After all, ooh
After all
There is a tendency not to be wedded to the new to be wedded, to be wedded to the excitement of novelty
To measure everything in our lives
It serves us
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