We're moving slow passing accidents and we're singing to the ambulance saying oh my god i don't care about the car and oh my god i don't care at all my words can't compare to your integers and numbers and i can't be a bag to board a plane oh i know i know i'm not inside i'm not in sight i've found where you have been and i know it won't be long before we are found again i haven't got plastic on my teeth but i can make you feel like it's open season i'll take what i want and take what you have but i'd put it back if i had the chance i've found where you have been and i know it won't be long before we are found again