I was freaking out
About a war
About a war that hadn't started
You were taken down
To the floor
To the floor and looked up at me
Cross-eye light
Turning blue
Cross-eye light
I saw you
Turning blue
I'm the cherry red cheeks
You're the glass door
You're the glass door
You, you said it's meant to be
Short lived and painless
Short lived and painless we were
Cross-eye light
Turning blue
Cross-eye light
I saw you
Turning blue
The way you do
Short lived and painless
Short lived and painless