| Two to one
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| Static to the sound of you and I
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| Undone for the last time
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| And there this was
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| Hiding at the bottom of your
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| Swimming pool some September
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| And don’t you think
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| I wish that I could stay
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| Your lips give you away
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| I can hear it, a jet engine
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| Through the center of the storm
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| And I’m thinking I’d prefer not to be rescued
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| Two to none
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| Roads that lead away from this
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| I’m following myself just this once
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| And I got spun
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| It appears you’re spun as well
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| It happens when you pay attention
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| Or this could take all year
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| But, when it’s quiet does she hear me?
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| Jettisoned to the center of the storm
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| And I’m thinking I’d prefer not to be rescued
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| And oh, I can feel her
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| She’s dying just to keep me cold
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| I’m finally numb
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| So please don’t get me rescued
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| Rescued
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| And it’s unclear
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| But, this may be my last song
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| Oh, I, I can tell
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| She’s raising hell to give to me
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| She got me warm
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| So please don’t get me rescued
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| And oh, say you’ll miss me one last time
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| I’ll be strong, whatever you do
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| Please don’t get me rescued
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| Cause I’m feeling like
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| I might need to be near you
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| And I feel alright so please
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| Don’t get me rescued |