I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and pictures of you 
And I'm not coming out until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass 
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make 
Our cells divide at an alarming rate 
Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in
And that's when we'll explode 
And it won't be a pretty sight

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

And we'll become
And we'll become