Oh, beating heart don't give up on me now,
My thirsty veins are crying out.
I'm sick of the shake,
I'm sick of the taste,
I'm sick of the cold kiss of pavement.
I need you for the engine in this operation,
Like I need my lungs in this charade.
What a beautiful scene we make,
Don't let it go to waste.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
Running low on you.
Oh, paper ships give me safe passage home,
Under the burning bridges glow.
So stay where you are,
Don't come in too close.
The things that I touch turn to ghosts.
Where would you be?
You have to answer anyway.
Out on your own,
Or that haunted place you stay.
Disaster is like a wake,
It follows you set to break.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The eleventh hour
Running low on you.
Running low on you.
Shout over the steeples in this church town,
Promise to keep me if I get out.
Promise to keep me,
Because I'd throw the fight,
If you would catch me.
Shout over the steeples in this church town,
Promise to keep me if I get out.
Promise to keep me,
Because I'd throw the fight,
If you would catch me.
If you would catch me.
If you would catch me.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The eleventh hour
Running low on you.
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)