In the pitch dark
I go walking in
your landscape
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
Steer away from
these rocks
We'd be a walking
disaster
Just 'cos you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
Just 'cos you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
There....
Why so green
and lonely
Lonely lonely
Heaven sent you
to me....
To me... to me...
We are accidents
waiting to happen
We are accidents
waiting to happen