Daylight starts to chase away the night.
And I know that we might not have much time.
Letâs jump in the van with nothing much to do and see what we can find.
The sticky summer evening is alive.
The cold suburban silence feels alright.
Disappearing tail lights light our path but we wonât follow them tonight.
When you turn your eyes on me,
thereâs nowhere else I wanna be.
And, If we can put it off another day,
baby, you can chase my suffering away.
âCause for now, Iâm just a hungry silhouette,
not quite ready for what hasnât happened yet.
Weâre leaving the reformers in the church.
And all our closest friends are in the lurch.
Weâve over-stayed our welcome, but to hell with them their pietyâs absurd.
When I put my hands upon your face,
our little lives donât mean a thing.
And, if we can put it off another day,
baby, you can chase my suffering away.
âCause for now, Iâm just a hungry silhouette,
not quite ready for what hasnât happened yet.
I know weâre running out of luck.
Wonât be long now before weâre stuck.
We both know what we gotta do.
Will it be me? Maybe you?
When you turn your sleepy eyes on me,
thereâs no one else I wanna be.
And, if we can put it off another day,
baby, you can chase my suffering away.
âCause for now, Iâm just a hungry silhouette,
not quite ready for what hasnât happened yet.
- :
- Outside