And none of them once could find their way
Through all the midnight lights and coffee stains
So they lament
Burning up the fields along with all the little lies
Making do without everything they need
So please
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than dying with you
And every little thing
Buried in the flower beds
Underneath the snow
The moment will pass, and in the end
Though we know we're not we feel alone
We'll just try to be patient on our own
But we're only young
Like fire crawling in the trees through all our little lives
Pulling through despite caving in our knees
So please
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than dying with you
And every little thing
It's every little thing