I know we talk too much
Especially when You're trying to fall asleep
But You're hearts a nightingale
I'm waiting for your songs to come and free me from my jail
But the milky way won't let me stay
Pick me up again, tonight
I'll watch you wrestle with your van to find us somewhere nice to hide
Im all caught up inside, inside, inside
But the Universe can't make this worse
You're hearts' still in it's crutches
And I don't wanna rush this
I don't wanna rush this