歌词
In a perfect storm of circumstance
I flirted with fire
When I felt your touch I knew I
Was along for the ride
It's getting late but I don't want to go
So I look for accommodation
Something's telling me that you're faking
I'm all out, is there a place we can get some?
No one laughs, does that mean I'm no fun?
All the lights can be so distracting
As I keep the car from crashing
It's getting late but I don't want to go
So I look for accommodation
So mean that you're faking
'Cause I'm walking on that made up line
And I'm hoping I don't fall off blind
And I'm walking on that made up line
And I'm hoping I don't fall off blind, blind, blind
I wish that you could see
I wish that I could believe in you