Your mind is rough
Just like the train tracks
Near the streets that we called home
And everytime I cross your mind
It rattles both of our bodies bones

You can tell that we lived under the power lines
When we were growing up
Both a little crazy
And baby call me leftovers
But you're old news

I've got my bags packed I'm ready to go
I'm getting lonely
Dark and cold in the back of your mind
I have to know what the warmth of the light feels like
That pours in from your hazel, stain-glass eyes

I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought
And keep you awake in bed at night
That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear
I'll try and be there by the morning light

I am the answer to questions you haven't asked yet
And as soon as they roll off your tongue
The cold bulb over your head will explode
And illuminate my name in a sparkling gold.

You can tell that we lived under the power lines
When we were growing up
We're both a little crazy
Can you blame me
For thinkin' maybe you could be my lady

I pack my bags and a map of your head
It says I'm only six inches from the front of your mind
I have to know what the warmth of the light feels like
That pours in from your hazel, stain-glass eyes

I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought
And keep you awake in bed at night
That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear
I'll try and be there by the morning light

We grew up together
Why don't we grow old together
We grew up together
We belong together

We're both fucked
Life handed out all of our luck
To all the kids who were to busy making out
And just trying to grow up

We grew up together
Why don't we grow old together
We grew up together
We belong together

Is that so crazy?

I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought
And keep you awake in bed at night
That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear
I'll try and be there by the morning light (x2)