Hanging roud your house and staying up all night what i lack you got it all behind your doors right you need time i need you right by my side but i stare too long and get you wrong if i don't hide each time i fall down you need to come around so fuck our low downs what i need - someday i'll write a book about it until that day i follow you around and i won't quit i won't go away i won't give it up i won't stop but i stare too long and get you wrong if i don't drop we'll find a way we won't get nowhere we won't get lost cause we'll get somewhere and i don't mind i really don't care we'll find a way when we will get there.