Typical we're stuck inside
Hey beautiful you look fine
Funny that you can't look me in the eyes
So wipe your tears this plague will pass with time
So go put on some music I'd like to dance with you
Press your beating heart against mine
To make them one
We'll drift away
From white to gray
Through the gates
In our dying days
Near the end
Of our lives
Out of meds
Out of time
But baby my chest feels like it just caught fire
But it's nothing compared to the feeling I get when I
Look at you
We'll drift away
From white to gray
Through the gates
In our dying days
We'll drift away
From white to gray
Through the gates
In our dying days
