you looked around and said to me that you've done 
wellwell, you don't know how hard it's been, so alone
you said it's all just a ploy to burn you down
well, i know the game and i think it's changed
it's gone away
see you around, maybe tomorrow
i will see you around, maybe tomorrow
and this is the only way to get back home
and these are the only way to get back home
and these are the things we need to save
a soft soul can serenade a bad back with bad bones
and make them unfeel, and make them heel

a slow race to get home as passion cooks on the stove
and puts her heart to the flame
it makes deceiving alright
it makes deceiving alright
it makes this evening alright
and this is the only way to get back home
and these are the things we need to save
sunshine, i will see you down the road
we play games of show and tell
awkward in each other's skin on trial
it makes deceiving alright
it makes deceiving alright
and this is the only way to get back home
and these are the things we need to save,
sunshine