In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
(don't reach out, don't reach out
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster
(don't reach out, don't reach out
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(there's someone on your shoulder
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(there's someone on your shoulder
Feel it (there, there!)
Why so green and lonely?
Heaven sent you to me
We are accidents waiting, Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting, Waiting to happen

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