"In pitch dark I go walking
in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as I speak.
Just cos you feel it
doesn't mean it's there.
Just cos you feel it
doesn't 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 cos you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
(there's someone on your shoulder).
Just cos 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".
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