I'm graffiti on the wall and you're the statue in the park
So tall, stone cold, dreamy
I'm the scribbles on the street
You're all the walking fumbling feet
You've got places you need to be
And I'm chalk
Waiting for the rain to wash over me
I'm a Friday night
And you're the Sunday morning
I'm an ocean
And you're the river flowing
But maybe you're the forest fire
And I'm the candle light
But you keep singing we can come together
And I'm fight, fight, fight
Maybe I was right when I suspected
You were flung from outer space
Maybe I'm an alien